The white rain drops
Get your glasses ready
When the rain stops
The aroma is quite heady

Legend tells of a magical rain
That fills the foals with glee
They run and jump and play and scream
For this rain is quite sweet

Their parents gather glasses
Large and wide and tall
They set them out to catch it
They try to catch it all

The white rain drops
Get your glasses ready
When the rain stops
The aroma is quite heady

Foals love the sweet taste
Their parents drink it so
They might have the energy
To chase their foals some mo’

And if you quietly listen
As the white rain hits your bod
You just might be able to hear
The pleasurable moans of God.

The white rain drops
Get your glasses ready
When the rain stops
The aroma is quite heady

Author's Note

Implied actions abound to create this lovely piece of poetry.