Playing In The Rain

I almost cry in mirth when The tiny beads slip down my face They caress my body as my mother's hand And give me joy soaking my dress I almost cry in mirth when The tiny drops make soft music Into my ears and let me dance in joy as They make runnels and flow down quick I almost cry in mirth when The clouds gather thick and dark I run to the fields with my friends To play in the rain leaving my work I am old now but turn Into a child when the raindrops fall I love the touch of the shining drops And when down my body they gently roll