"The Wind, The Rain, The Dance."

 As the rain hits my window with
its rhythmic dance; plop, plop,
plop
My mind wanders to a time when,
I was young and sitting on the
riverbank with my sister


The water rushing over rocks
like it's in a hurry to meet
the ocean
The river makes a rippling effect
as my sister throws a stone
Plop it says


Soon the rain came but we didn't
care as the cool water hit our
hot skin
Each drop that hits the river
makes a plopping sound followed
by a ripple
As I sat there and watched the
rain dance with the river it
seemed that everything was just
right


The rain is hitting my window
harder now and takes me back
It's beating against the window
now, but still in an rhythmic way


Soon the wind joins in; "Swish,"
it says, as it pushes on the trees
The rain and wind converses about
their actions of the day


Nobody really knows where the wind
comes from or where it's going to,
but the rain always accompanies it


As I look at my rain-soaked window,
I can see the dance that the wind is
having with the trees
They sway with hi like a ballet, so
beautiful
But the rain wont be ignored so its
plops become harder, almost as if it's
jealous of the relationship between
the wind and trees


Soon the wind and rain are in a battle
of wits and the wind blows harder and
louder and it is howling now
The rains pouring-down like a waterfall
They fight with each other and soon their
fury becomes a hurricane; bending and
breaking the trees


The trees that he was earlier dancing with
are now broken and destroyed
And the rain comes in torrential and
begins to flood
She was so jealous of that beautiful dance
that she lost control
Suddenly both the wind and rain with-draw
to stop from destroying anymore


As they depart, it's together and they'll
forever do this rhythmic dance, of power
and strength