Poem#17 - Colorful Rain

the drumroll comes in
i wonder why
whose grand entrance is it?
wait, is it from the sky?

suddenly everything sounds the same
the audience just roars
its the rain!
wow, its already stolen the show

the vast sky is painted
with gray and white
the air is filled and thrilled
and packed so tight

the trees, the plants, the grass
they all gracefully sway
the breeze accompanied the rain
completing a musical in this natural broadway

different shades of green
is mostly all that i can see
the red mud washed away by the rain
in amongst it are my feet

the ducks cry in glee
its like their prayer is finally answered
their joy can be sensed in their dance
even though they certainly aren't good dance