On Rain-

There is something magical about the rain… water falling from the sky. How incredible is that? True, they explain it with big words like precipitation, but what do such words really mean? All they do is cover up the miracle that is rain. I dance in the magic drops that wash the world clean. Their joyous speech of patters and plops is my music. I step here, weave there, and twirl with my tiny, short lived friends. My face is wet, and I can breathe.