Rain

I hear the patter of the rain,
I hear the footsteps of the children running in,
I run outside,
while others hide
Discard my shoes,
and my evening blues
My world blossoms like a rose,
My heart seems to grow
The rain greets me like a dear old friend,
Says it promises not to leave again
I dance,
and I sing
And am soaked to the bone
Yet this joy that I feel
It bursts and it roams.
While I watch it dry up,
and splash in my last puddle,
My eyes catch the sky
that now ceases to cry
It holds a gift for us all
After every rain fall
As I dash back inside,
The colors shine in my eyes
of the rainbow that completes
My rain driven spry.