Drip....
Drop....
Drip....
Drop....
The rain starts to sing
My toes catching wet kisses as they stick out from under my shelter.
Pitter Patter,
Pitter Patter,
The rain picks up,
Using the leaves as cymbals.
The street light becomes a spot light,
The green grass sparkling, twinkling in the night.
Crunch, Crunch,
Sploosh, Sploosh,
Hooded figures walk past through leafy puddles,
Unknowingly joining the symphony.
Their shadows creating an interpretive dance.
Drip....Pitter Patter....Crunch....Drop....Sploosh
Drip....Pitter Patter....Crunch....Drop....Sploosh
* silent applause
