Rain is something special!

Rain is what everyone relies on,
separating a good year from a bad.
Alot of pain is felt by all,
departing from their favourite stock and land.
Hard decisions can pay off,
saying goodbye is the hardest though.
My pet goat, Rose is gone.
It was not my choice to make her go.
If it had of rained she could still be here but it’s too late, she’s gone, only a memory to fear.
You look out the window to staving animals in pain,
you always hope for the best,
that maybe it will poor,
to break this drought and see some green,
to make a one time dream come true!