Singing touch

If rain never touched a leaf, a window pane, the earth or lake, would it have a sound? Sometimes I think of rain as nature's tears, other times laughter and other times her gentle touch to heal and nourish. Whatever the expression, to hear the music Nature knows it must touch another, it cannot fall alone. The wind has a voice that does not require touch to speak, but the music of rain, of Love, Joy, Sadness, and Life, must be poured and bathe another to sing.