Autumn rain sometimes quiets,
Then again it starts to prance,
Skips umbrella's top, giggles…
"Shall we take this one chance?"
Good! The air is warm and wet,
Yellow leaves are swirling round;
We don't fear the rain just yet –
With my dear, joy can be found.
Few folks walk the park's pathways,
And no children are in sight,
In all seasons, nature’s grace,
Is a wondrous pure delight.
A wet leaf sticks to umbrella,
Bubbles dance in puddles bright,
Raindrops drum a soft capella,
Worship all, my friend, tonight!
Dancing rain
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