The Dancing Rain

The dancing rain upon the roof
Goes tip, tap, tip, with playful proof.
It slides along the old tin spout,
Singing a tune so light throughout.

The dancing rain upon the street
Draws puddles round beneath our feet.
Quick! Pull on boots of golden hue,
And jump right in — that’s what we do!

The dancing rain upon my coat
Sings with the wind a cheerful note.
I raise my hands, I spread my arms,
And laugh out loud at all its charms.

The dancing rain will drift away,
The sun returns to light the day.
Each puddle holds a bit of sky —
A happy memory, by and by.