Of Sky and Ocean

Of sky and ocean, here comes the rain,
Into dessert dust, without leaving a grain.
Roaring and roaring its water aimlessly on,
Until from the earth's floor each drop is gone.

Of dessert and storm, here comes a corn ,
It goes in your eyes and rips there and torn.
Your sightings are poor after drifting in sun,
It looks like the weather has beaten and won.