Standing in the Rain
I hear raindrops, Drip, Drip, Drip.
Falling on the tin roof, Drip, Drip, Drip.
I run out and stand under the open sky,
And I wait for the Drip, Drip, Drip.
I feel a few drops on my skin
And I look up to gaze at the sky.
Grey and cloudy, it is; it makes my heart sing!
I sing to the clouds, one broken song; and then, another.
The rain comes down; Drip, Drip, Drip;
And I am dripping, WET!
I sing to the birds and I sing to the trees.
My heart sings to the clouds.
My voice holds not, a rhythm.
My heart finds its rhythm in the stormy winds.
My heart sings its song to the clouds.
My voice holds not, a tone for long.
My heart finds its tone in the Drip, Drip, Drip.
My heart sings its song to the clouds.
My heart sings with joy as the Thunder sounds.
My heart sings its song to the rain.
My heart sings with joy as lightning strikes.
Might one come closer to me? Or might not be!
I sing to the sky with joy as the rain pours down on ME!
Drip, Drip, Drip; I’m dripping wet.
I realize it is cold and windy.
I stand under the open sky a little longer,
Till the raindrops are lighter;
Then I run in, dripping, Drip, Drip, Drip.
// Ranjana Paul
// Monday, September 7, 2015
