Splashing in puddles making our shoes wet
I don’t know how much better could this ever get.
As we continue in our lonely way
Up above us our umbrellas sway.
Water showering down on us
Making us drenched and cold
But we don’t mind of course as
This is more precious than a nugget of gold.
The rain slowly ends
No more lightning and thunder
Wonderful thing, rain is,
I gently wonder.
So the day ends,
And so does rain
I can’t wait for it to come again.