Rainfall on fields, hills and dales,
Millions of molecules descend separately,
Rivulets, brooks cascade cheerfully.
Leaves of grass sprout together
To branch out beautifully.
By chance we meet
By choice to stay or steer away…
Birds on branches define camaraderie
Solitude too solemnly wooed.
What pleases us?
What offers peace?
Together we prance,
All alone too I dance!
Doesn't He smile
Who made you and me!
