Sweet September Rain

I am walking toward the garden


And the cold beads tap my skin

So alive, I feel excited

As a drop strikes on my chin

I’m walking in the sweet September rain

It nearly floats down from the sky

The day is warm, the rain is cold

But the chill just makes me high

I see so clearly through the slow

Falling drops that resurrect me

And I’m happy I’m alive.

The green of leaves and grass don’t pass

Without my notice in the sweet September rain.