Listen to the pitter patter of the rain,
Feel the rain drop kissing your cheeks,
As you step on the pavement awash with mud;
Witness the rain curtains announcing the play,
And observe the breathtaking canvas of our nature.
Look at the man with his white umbrella,
Listen to him humming softly in his bulky blue boots;
As he dances his tale to the universe,
The thunder rumbles for him,
And lightning flicks the camera for him.
Observe the children splashing in the puddles,
And notice the rain caressing their heart;
As the rain drop trickles down their rosy cheeks,
The breeze brushes their fears away,
And the trees sway to applaud their laughter.
Doze off on the wet grass after the summer rain,
And sniff the refreshing scent of damp nature;
Listen to the birds tweet and the frogs croak,
And the orchestra of the crickets under the trickling leaf;
Gaze at the clouds wandering in the blue sky,
And smile at the summer sun hiding behind the clouds.