Rain

Drizzle, drizzle on the pavement
it's hard to think
that I won't get wet.

Sprinkle, sprinkle you're so fine
the tiny drops
make my forehead shine.

Mist, mist and barely real
the fog is surrounding
the house and field.

Downpour into the lake and forest
leaves are falling
right before us.

Dripping, dripping on the garden
the flowers say,
"I beg your pardon."

Rain begins, stops again,
and plays the game
with cloudy skies through the window pane.