Each drop of rain a gleeful child
sliding down the sloping roof,
screaming into the wind’s sighs,
laughing along the tiles with smiles,
avoiding gutters at the edge
to drop to the softly sodden ground.
Then across the garden playground
they flow happily, after gathering course,
filling and overflowing puddles without remorse,
which wind pushes gently along
in waves of glee amid storm’s sophistry,
forming new rivers and new seas
where birds and gulls dance happily
along their edge of fleeting beauty.
Squirrels dodge and dart
between each sleek drop,
up damp trunks, across wet branches,
taking their chances to slip and slide
on naked trees taking a shower
in the cool air of a warm January bower.
I celebrate life with each drop of rain.
Rain washes away all tears and pain.
Sun will come soon to end such play.
Rain, rain will go away
and come again another day.
Today, I shall run barefoot in the rain.
annarino writes 