It has just stopped raining;
And I slowly come out:
There is many a wet sprout,
Smiling with a gesture of welcoming.

The wetness is still in air;
The breeze caresses my body
And I feel like a dandy,
As the dangling drops shower on me Sun’s glare.

I look at the cloudy sky;
But I know it is all over;
It has been a welcome shower;
But now the birds are ready to fly.