Poem for the day

I'm going to see whether I can do a poem a day, and how long if I can at all. Here is the first poem.

Rainstorm

Down they fall,
Those soldiers grim and cold,
Giving no battle cry.
Lashing out against the foe before them

The dust and dirt against the surge
With knowing hope give way
And all can hear the thundering charge

The victory then comes with peace
And sweetened scents in train
Though soon, all too soon,
The foe returns again.