I sat by the window,
With a cup of tea warming my palms,
And watched the plummeting raindrops,
Gleefully break into a sprightly dance.
One by one the drops,
Glided down the window pane,
And with great rhythm and motion,
Splashed on the ground and rose again.
Soon enough I saw ,
A zillion billion drops perform,
One swayed aside in a reckless move,
And made some others loose their prop.
But this mayhem did not cease,
The moving drops in trance,
They danced in rhythmic motion,
To the beat of the roaring thunderstorm.
The beat soared high and reached its peak,
As few drops slipped and missed a beat,
And thus broke the trance and rhythmic motion,
Hey was it for real or my dreamy imagination!