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.