cloudy day wants song

Rain,    
that's how music is;
swelling,  
much too heavy to hold in -  
   
It drops those notes -  
one, two,    
three, four,  
more -  
   
then pours,  
   
feeding the begging earth,  
knocking on the hopeful city;  
its asphalt dance floor  
home to softened steps  
   
that dodge, perhaps, or splash  
where the music's left its puddles  
of rainy,  
shoe-soaking  
 happiness.