The Rain Dance

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.