Rainy Day

What would you do on a rainy day? Rain patters quietly on my window. I briskly walked to my room, And sat on my little, nice windowsill chair. It's quiet and peaceful and I think. I look at my deepest thoughts, And realize my inner feelings, I start to chant hymns and jump in my bed. I felt softness across my face, Like sun kissed breeze blowing through my golden hair, And the wind whistling in my ear. The moon and the stars came and embraced me. A rhythm of sweet birds chirping and a beautiful song dawdled inside of me. I close my eyes and experience something unexplainable and unimaginable. I am speechless. Is this a dream? What intoxication is this? As I gazed at the mirror, I saw my beauty, not on the outside, but on the inside. And a twinkle lit up my eyes. I blushed and lowered my gaze. My lips are wet and quenched. Though I seem small, I take on the world, Overcome by love and I win every time. I triumph. Pit, Patter Patt, Droplets of misty rainwater Falls like snowflakes in summer, It gives me a dazzling sparkle. The flowers are singing like in the Spring equinox. What would you do on a rainy day?