The smoldering sun shines incessantly Until the earth’s humidity hastens The forming of cinereal clouds calmly covers The spacious skies above and suddenly Gentle rain soft but steady Begins to fall, splattering and wetting the soil. The pitter-patter pronounces a petrifying tune Upon the roofs, amorous rondel tunes. Oh, how I love the fresh feeling of the rain. I feel like singing in the heavenly showers I get dishevelled and drenched. Yet I will sing a symphony of love, For I am happy even more. Love is in the air. Thank God, no lightning spoils the sky. Yet it rains even more. The grass is even greener now. It sparkles with dewy drops, And sheds its pleasant petrichor, A harmonious and happy fragrance In our vast verdurous vale. Meantime my Mary joined us in the melee`, We dance a Dougie under the deluge, Until tired we went in for a warm shower…….