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The Rain Song
Engrossed in the dreary routine of a daily chore,
Bending down, squinting in boredom,
At reams and reams of unending
Sheets of pristine white paper crammed
With Dalmatian like black specks,
The focus for an all too brief moment
Shifts to the light pitter-patter
Of raindrops drizzling on the glass panes.
Uninhibited delight courses through the veins
At the light feather like
Almost hesitant touch of the droplets
On the skin of the outstretched arm of mine
Held in midair, the other leaning
Heavily on the window sill;
Feeling the rainy breeze on the
Lids of my eyes dreamily shut.
A gloriously carefree feeling of abandon
Steals through the stuffy mind
Till now, in the confines of
The four walls of a dimly lit room;
Skipping down the spirals of the staircase in joy,
Every step matching the beats
Of music created by the rain.
I run out, bare feet, to step
On the lush carpet of the rich emerald grass
Soles tingling at its probing teasing blades
Soaking in the perfume of the muddy earth
Drenched in the gifts of the clouds
Enjoying the sharp pincers of water
Streaming down my heaven ward turned face,
Loving the melody of the skies
Rhythmically strumming in my ears.
The fragrant blooms are my only companions
Gregariously swaying to the tunes of the musical showers,
When all other signs of activity
Have abated, bringing time to a virtual standstill;
With my shadow waltzing behind me,
As the drenched roses and tulips, look on amused
At the un-orchestrated tango on their beds.
Along with the mizzle, comes an
Almost foolish gaiety, enticing
The feet to involve themselves
In an impromptu, not quite deliberate jig;
Inducing the hands into a
Spontaneous heartfelt applause;
With the fingers a-twiddle
To let the refreshing jets slink past them,
Despite clumsy, ungainly attempts to capture them,
And fall to the ground in a silken flow,
To bring alive the earth and all its
Breathtaking beauty, in the midst of which
I am still lolloping,
The imp of mischief in my eyes, glinting as bright
As the spying, prancing stars
Peering through the cloud blanketed sky.
Engrossed in the dreary routine of a daily chore,
Bending down, squinting in boredom,
At reams and reams of unending
Sheets of pristine white paper crammed
With Dalmatian like black specks,
The focus for an all too brief moment
Shifts to the light pitter-patter
Of raindrops drizzling on the glass panes.
Uninhibited delight courses through the veins
At the light feather like
Almost hesitant touch of the droplets
On the skin of the outstretched arm of mine
Held in midair, the other leaning
Heavily on the window sill;
Feeling the rainy breeze on the
Lids of my eyes dreamily shut.
A gloriously carefree feeling of abandon
Steals through the stuffy mind
Till now, in the confines of
The four walls of a dimly lit room;
Skipping down the spirals of the staircase in joy,
Every step matching the beats
Of music created by the rain.
I run out, bare feet, to step
On the lush carpet of the rich emerald grass
Soles tingling at its probing teasing blades
Soaking in the perfume of the muddy earth
Drenched in the gifts of the clouds
Enjoying the sharp pincers of water
Streaming down my heaven ward turned face,
Loving the melody of the skies
Rhythmically strumming in my ears.
The fragrant blooms are my only companions
Gregariously swaying to the tunes of the musical showers,
When all other signs of activity
Have abated, bringing time to a virtual standstill;
With my shadow waltzing behind me,
As the drenched roses and tulips, look on amused
At the un-orchestrated tango on their beds.
Along with the mizzle, comes an
Almost foolish gaiety, enticing
The feet to involve themselves
In an impromptu, not quite deliberate jig;
Inducing the hands into a
Spontaneous heartfelt applause;
With the fingers a-twiddle
To let the refreshing jets slink past them,
Despite clumsy, ungainly attempts to capture them,
And fall to the ground in a silken flow,
To bring alive the earth and all its
Breathtaking beauty, in the midst of which
I am still lolloping,
The imp of mischief in my eyes, glinting as bright
As the spying, prancing stars
Peering through the cloud blanketed sky.