Pound hard, dancing rain
Stomp around with abandon
There is no miss-step
So choose your dance at random.
Observe the plants sway
To any rhythm you choose.
They don't take lightly
Opportunities to lose
Their earth-bound status.
Watch as their petals loose with grace -
As their leaves applaud -
From their wetly shining face.
So, whether your dance
Is stately or quite wild,
Let yourself go, rain;
All nature is beguiled.
wow, this poem is just beautiful. As I've said before i really just love rain, but you also have a way with always making things so visual.
Thanks Tori. You always have a positive comment. I appreciate your appreciation.