It's raining and across the roof it can be heard as it prances.
It's raining and across puddles large and small it dances.
I sit sheltered and hear the storm composing an impromptu symphony.
I sit sheltered and listen to the storm sing its song to me.
I can hear it as it rides on the breast of the wind it calls.
I can hear it as from thick gray clouds rolling across the sky it falls.
In peaceful moments it passes slowly, softly whispering hardly a sound.
In peaceful moments it floats with the grace of a ballerina across the ground.
Outside the window a drop gathers and hesitates slipping from a leaf.
Outside the window it gathers the light from within, sparkles for a moment brief.
A jewel suspended for an instant hangs in mid air, a radiant glow.
A jewel suspended for an instant till it can hold no more, falls to the ground below.
I walk out into the slowing rain and feel the moistures touch on my face.
I walk out into the slowing rain through quiet woodlands, now a magical place.
A magical land where the rains rising mist hides the fantasy.
A magical land where imagination can find what my eyes cannot see.
Along a hidden path whose rain sodden leaves tell no tale of the trail I took.
Along a hidden path and over bubbling waters of a rain spawned brook.
Flowers along the way gather the raindrops, bending with a sigh.
Flowers along the way bowing as if in thanks as the rain passes by.
