The rain dances, A gentle melody, On the rooftops, Each drop a note, A hymn for the earth, Reviving the soil, With life and vigor, As puddles form, Like mirrors, In which the world Comes alive.
- Sylvia Plath
The rain dances, A gentle melody, On the rooftops, Each drop a note, A hymn for the earth, Reviving the soil, With life and vigor, As puddles form, Like mirrors, In which the world Comes alive.