Where does the rain wish to go,
Falling so passionately down,
When the world is cold,
She falls with a musical sound.
Filling the holes in the ground,
dancing from car wheels,
her waltz is feverish,
circulating around and around.
One rain drop never alone,
she holds your hair,
and kisses your face,
she does not give much space,
but you love her, and her sweet blue rain.
I could never write a poem about rain and feel like it is complete. Rain is just too good.