it pours on the floor for hours sometimes it last, just a few seconds 
sometimes it's deadly but most times it's friendly
It drips and drops from the Nimbostratus earning a high status, being praised for salivating plants and rejuvenating me you and we
Stylishly it danced with the wind,  tango, ballroom exhibiting it's rapid and slow pace
It busily patters the ground outside of your window beating it until it's a substance that pigs applaud for and humans avoid hard...
it gives a lot and takes a lot but most importantly it makes a lot,  not just puddles or ponds but life that you strive to live, so be humble and brave,  just like the rain