The Rain Dance
The dark, misty curtains are drawn,
The wind whistles a soothing song,
The wet grass sways to the rhythm, in trance
As the stage is set for the peacockās dance.
Veiled in the vines, a coy bird coos,
The scented soil stirs up the mood.
A blue trail sweeps a wildflower row,
As the peacock tiptoes to unfurl its show.
The snails crawl to steal a glance,
The puddles erupt as the frogs hop on.
The meadow gasps; a marvel follows
The plumage fans out like a studded halo.
The clouds give out a thundering cheer,
They clap so hard that lightnings appear.
The rain showers praise from above,
Feathers quiver as they drench in the love.
The sun peeps out to catch a glimpse,
It smiles; breaks free the colours within.
Across the sky, a canopy they carve,
And under the rainbow, the peacock bows.
