It was cool inside
When I woke up
Windows are wet
Rain had yet to stop
Pulling the sheet
I closed eyes and slept
But the chill was too much
I tossed right and left
Got up and stood
At the window, and saw
Rain pouring down thick
Earth looked fresh and raw
Strings of drops felt
So slippery and cold
They lashed my face
As to the sky I did behold
Forgot to sleep more
I came out to my garden
To play with flowers
And get soaked in rain
The air was so cool
Rain beat at my face
When it stopped for a while
I found my dress in a mess
Copy right @Tiku 2014
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It is fun getting wet especially when rain comes after a dry spell.... Enjoyed the chill of the pouring rain!