It’s time to sing our favorite song,
The rains are here again.
Step out dear sister, race the wind
The rains are here again.
Listen to the clouds calling your name
The rains are here again.
Laugh at the look of splashed puddles
The rains are here again.
Let the drops sparkle in your ebony curls
The rains are here again.
Twirl and dance in tune to the splatter
The rains are here again.
Wave to the inky sky in delight
The rains are here again.
Oh, my sister! Let us celebrate
The rains are here again.
Painting by Mrs. Ratna Pochiraju
The joyousness of the sisters make me think this is the first rain after a drought. I like how you made a seemingly downcast chanting phrase into an exclamation.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nathan. :)
DeleteIt does come after a sad phase. It could be drought or an incident in their lives. I wanted a hint of past sadness to creep in.