As the raindrops fall,
flowers bow and dance,
and the plants sway gently in the wind.
The birds do not peck at the blossoms;
they sit in quiet stillness, watching —
some waiting to feed,
some closing their eyes to sleep.
Tiny birds fly together,
seeking a tree that offers shelter,
while the rain washes the leaves clean,
carrying away the pests,
letting every plant breathe with ease.
Each drop seems to fall in love with the earth,
returning home after a long journey from the sky.
And I too smile.
No watering can is needed today.
Let the raindrops fall.
Let them sing their gentle song.
I will listen,
and for a little while,
dance to the music they create.
