When rain was dancing.

When rain was dancing.

I heard the little steps,
of the rain at my door yesterday morning.
I opened the door,
gazed and gazed.
It was dancing rhythmically,
with the sounds of trumpets.

The trees were standing,
under a spell.
as if they were enjoying dancing.
The birds were sitting on the boughs,
closing their eyes
as if they were maditating.

The green swathes was under the water.
Few grasses were trying to up their necks,
as if they were desperate to watch,dancing of rain.
I couldn't help controlling myself
and started to dance with rain later.