Morning Rain

It is raining outside. I Watch the water drops Falling in strings through The windows. Some hang Onto leaves and fronds for A while before slithering Down to gather into pools. Cattle shiver as cool drops run Down their bodies tickling Them. Birds shake wings To create rainbows around Their tiny bodies. Worms Drag away by thin runnels To be deposited at the mouth Of the stream. Everything seem Wet and cold. Even my eyes. Thinking this drumming and Singing will vanish in a month And I will wake up to chilly mornings.