The sun is no more, as the clouds start to show;
The heat gets cut, when the water starts to pour;
The dark hard ground is hard no more,
With the magical water seeping into its pores;
The trees are fresh and are very bright now,
With the sky water washing them inside out;
As I walk between the river and rail lines,
I can see little frogs kiss in no sunshine;
My ears can hear what my heart has to say,
That I must get drenched…Right away;
So wasting no time I jump inside
And get all wet like the water all around.
I count the raindrops that are falling on me,
But fail to keep up, as they are so many..