oh, look! there it came
arrived singing the tunes of
pitter-patter it came
sweeping away the burning plate
it cooled down the whole lane
carrying the essence of the mushy soil
it wandered through the unknown lane
even the dead leaves danced on its arrival
for it created an atmosphere of carnival
the trees swivelled and strolled like anything
while the dead ones could do nothing
I stepped onto the threshold of my door
gleaming and gazing at the damp world out of my door
slowly I stepped out caring for nothing
Every single drop kissing me was saying something
I jumped, I played and kissed the delicate drops
while they put life in every other corpse
humming to myself I looked up at the charcoal sky
and it waved back at me turning a little shy
Everything shined around me in its glory
Nature was telling her own story
I softly held a raindrop on my palm
It glided on my skin making me calm
oh, look! there it came
arrived singing the tunes of
pitter-patter the rain came
-the poetries that I talked about.