Rainy World

A boy is standing;

The rainy world outside,

He is watching.

What is he thinking?

Is Grandpa Sun hiding?

Is Grandma Sky crying?

Are the trees bathing?

Are the umbrellas dancing?

Maybe, he wishes to be a little tree,

So that he can enjoy the rain free;

Maybe, he wishes to be a drip,

So that he can rushes freely in his trip.

In his eyes,

Rain is not just rain,

A tree is not just a tree,

The world is not just a world.

He enjoys and is absorbed,

In his exclusive fairy land.

By the window,

A boy is standing;

The rainy world outside,