The music of Nature

The music is on

Nature is playing its own symphony 

Outside

The smell, the sparkle, the jingle 

And the giggle

The puppy in the arms wriggle.

Let alone the humongous shower aside.

Give it a second and there it pours

Cleansing and soaking every life it touches.

Running around swaying the ground

Papers are torn and made into boats

With a gentle touch, it starts its voyage.

The body fully drenched doesn't want to 

Surrender.

All of a sudden one can hear a loud roar

A thunder is that has come

With a warning.

Running with hands clasped

They entered the house 

Kneeling down to the beauty outside.