Water can have many forms.
Snow can fall like feathers
Or plummet the earth with ice.
It can be beautiful or hideous.
Water can come with many moods.
Striking hard with electricity and thunder
Or misting lightly in an eerie fog.
No other element falls with such diversity.
Nothing on earth is more abundant
Nothing is more necessary.
Rain starts and maintains all life.
Snow and ice can stop everything.
Predicting what it will do is an art.
A giant equation with millions of shifting factors.
Nothing is certain and everything is changing.
Water has a moody face.
It takes on many disguises
But in the end it melts and flows down
Searching for the a doorway to the heavens,
Seeking the clouds in the sky
So it can cycling around again.
Feeding all life again
And again for all time.