The rain waits at my door, like a naughty child, stamping her feet, pursuing me to play with her.
When I close the doors on her face, she brings along her stronger cousin the wind, and she beats my door ferociously.
I feign anger, with a straight face I go to the terrace, trying not to emote. She teases me, shouting loudly with the thunders. When I put a finger on my lips and ask her to keep quiet with an angry face, she tries to amuse with the fire works of lightning.
She keeps dancing form morn till noon. I decide the crazy kid needs some rest and ask her father, the Sun, to forbid her, but I find him hiding himself behind her mother, the cloud. The cloud argues for her child. When she has let her daughter leave her lap and go play at aunt earth for her vacation, who am I to interfere.
I give in.
I look at rain again, it's about to get dark, she dazzles me with a lightning again, laughs like a symphony and splashes me.
Disarmed I join her :)
Confession: I am obsessed by the rains :)