I view the water beyond a picket fence,
waiting for the lovely rain to commence;
grayish clouds slowly emerge,
bidding adieu for the sun to submerge.
The river I see is a silky flow,
her surface reflects a silver glow;
trickling rain drops begin the dance,
by writing a poetry on nature’s romance.
Every drop bounces on its back,
as an elliptic pearl with a transparent sac;
gravity pulls the bouncing drop,
to enter the river’s heart right from the top.
Until the clouds and silky river exist,
dance of the rain will continue to persist;
I am a mere spectator of this wonder called ‘rain’,
it awes me to view it time and again.
