Rain falls

Wet grass,
Muddy paths,
Rain is here,
Dust no where near,
Drought is there but far in else where,
That is clear sight,
Though cold may be too much,
But better than scorching sun,
Or dry winds and dust,
Somethings in life are not a must,
Even with rains trees still dry,
And green grass dissappear.

Double_ O Franklyne.