The Girl Dancing In The Rain

Trees shaking their branches,
Water making its waves.
The king freeing his slaves,
Is this the magic of,
Girl dancing in the Rain.
The fragrance of the sand,
The wind blowing in sane.
The dark clouds grew fade,
Is this the magic of,
Girl dancing in the Rain.
In my ear the sound of the alarm came,
Then thunder, and sound of the rain came.
Might I meet today,
The girl dancing in the Rain.