Pitter Patter

Every time it rains,

The earthy scent of the water drop,

After it touches the soil of the land,

Makes my senses crave for something more

That works like a healing stone

Or a magical cosmic pendant.

The pitter-patter brings me back to present

To the wonderful moment of “now”

And sings to me about the beauty of everything.

The ever-repeated lore that never gets boring;

The balland that dances to the goodness in the world.

Rain, how transparent, how mystic!

When it touches me, a young girl in me comes alive.

Opening her arm to the cold breeze

To the drenching rain

To happiness, to life.

Rain cheers me up like a new toy would do to a kid

Except, neither of us grow old.

What do you think?

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