I Can Sing with the Rain

At midnight, under the rain

I’m walking unshod and completely alone, 

with light raincoat and friendly umbrella.

O-o! I’m feeling like hummingbird feather!

The light poles are dreamy. “Go to sleep,” they say. 

“Don’t you see? - The rain is my friend!”

As a child I used to collect tiny drops

and to sing with them in my hands. 

I was little and happy every time He was back!

…I looked at the mirror, exactly the one

that the rain cast for me in the mud. 

Now, you know, I’m a busy adult...

In my fancy house, I have mirrors inside, 

huge and heavy with a little bit dust.

Every morning, I look for an elegant deal,

but…no drops with which I can sing.

O, look! The rain came back again!

I can sing with my wonderful friend,

collect tiny drops, have my barefoot walk

and look at myself in His magical mirror AGAIN.

By Petrouchka Alexieva

From: United States