| Back at home, and back in time There was a child waiting for rain All through the seasons, dawn to dusk Watching paintings in the sky When it is about season The sky would blush, with hues of purple A rainbow would show In seven colors from woods to woods Rain used to tell her when it comes Coloring in the sky, dense feeling in the air Cows calling ‘take me home…’ Toads singing ‘welcome again…’ Running to the porch She would wait for the rain From behind the hills It would come slow but steady Starting with a humming Turning clearer on the way The roar would come through woods Loud and clear One big drop on her face Just to say hello And it would pour And she would dance all the while Floating paper boats Jumping into puddles Watching bubbles form and break Till someone catches to bring back home Years later Moved in time and place Rain, though doesn’t roar Still fills the heart with joy. (lines: 32) |