The Rain

The rain. The rain is falling so softly on the window. A light tapping sound is like music. The pot on the ground is getting washed As the rain falls. I look to see if the pot is filling But I don't know if it is half full or is half empty. The rain keeps falling. Birds are bathing in a puddle singing a song of joy. Then it stops. The rain is gone from this spot. Moving to the next place. But the pot is still not full. Maybe next time it will be half full or half empty. So let it rain.