There Is a Girl Walking Under the Rain

There is a girl walking under the rain. It is cold, It is windy, she whirls fast. She falls and laughs, then whirls again. How long the rain will last? I knock twice on the hazy window glass. She jumps and runs, she hears nothing, White shoes covered by a mucky mass. Can she sit in the porch’s swing? I only hear the raindrops on the roof. Yet she sings, She dances, she is odd, If I join outside, I can follow, I can woof. Is the rain a bless from God? I wish I could leave the door open, She will peak and giggle and stay away Picking the daises and roses in the garden. Will she talk with me someday? There is a girl walking under the rain. She is charming and coy, She is so fair, I will not leave my bed ever again. Why, why this merry air?