The First Rain
I really dreaded the summer
That came after a pleasant spring,
And to us, the sun would whisper:
"I shine brighter than your ring".
But then, one hot, tiring day ,
We saw clouds gather in every way ;
"Rain ?" we thought , astonished ;
Then laughed it off confidently
"The summer's not finished ,
It won't rain now , surely !"
Of course , we were wrong ,
It was quite impulsive, I reckon.
Ah, the sweet smell of the soil !
We thought there wasn't a time like this,
And I decided, I'd let nothing spoil
This first rain , this shower of bliss.