A gray sky, cool wind, this gloomy overtone,
Then- a pitter-patter
Like gentle drums from splendid melodies.
But it's not always this way.
Sometimes, it feels dissonant and frightening;
A cliché for misery
In the classic plays.
But I can't help and plunge into this
unnerving melodrama.
The monochrome sky
Isn't the usual azure stage.
The bird's singing was now for another day-
It isn't really so far away.
I suppose I could dance
As a the little droplets dance with the wind.
And when I waltz on stage
Feeling the rain bring the life in my existence;
The next line comes to me like air:
Rain doesn't bring despair.
A one of a kind love pours
Only when it rains.
