Dancing in the Rain

Since I love rain very much, I made this poem to praise her (well, a bit sexist to call it like that but I guess rain is one of a part in mother nature so I bet it's ok to be said so).. Let's call it 'Dancing in the Rain'..

Dancing in the Rain
by me

When the rain comes,

She looks toward her encumbrance.

When the rain comes,

She runs from her only massive circumstance.

When the rain comes,

She closes her eyes and begins to dance.

Lively and slightly, bury her emptiness.

For her,

Each sparkling raindrops are made of bliss.

Each running rain flow overwhelmed her ease.

Each early morning dews are fallen into a release.

Straightly and elegantly, grant her happiness.