The sky weeps grey, a drumming beat,
On rooftops high, on paven street.
But in my heart, a joyous tune,
For rain and I, we sing in June.
No umbrella shields this happy head,
Barefoot I dance, with joyful tread.
Puddles mirror skies above,
Sparkling jewels for skipping love.
Red rain-kissed cheeks, a carefree grin,
Soaked to the skin, yet joy within.
Car splashes by, a startled honk,
But I just laugh, a joyful monk.
The world slows down, a blurry sight,
As raindrops blur the city's light.
Each puddle jump, a tiny feat,
A dance with rain, on slickened street.
No time for frowns, no time for fear,
Just rain and me, and laughter clear.
A child's delight, a simple glee,
Rainy skipping sets my spirit free.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
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