Tiny drops on tender leaves

I heard the loud thunder as I lay in bed, almost asleep, I opened my eyes and sat up, looking out the glass door, out at the distant skyline A small wave of raindrops travelled down, blurring the shimmering lights behind Racing down eager to melt away, to be tiny drops on some tender leaf The quiet silent night gave in to the crescendo of a symphonic and rhythmic downpour Moon on the Moor looked down to its countless reflections, some gleefully happy Hues of red, yellow and green gleamed out in varied patterns across the drops on a glass door Sounds of the wet tires on the street of few cars say the wait was well worth The first moist breeze cupped my face , chilled the bare palms, whizzed past my bare footsteps Few slanting drops bouncing off the floor hit my toes, raring me to step out I gazed up at the sky to find millions of them ready to take me on Skyline suddenly lit up by the sparking lightning, momentous yet shortlived Drawn by the challenge and a silent desire, I step to the first raindrops of the night Getting soaked I stand there, breathing in a rare fragrance, a bit musky, a little fresh Leaning forward on the wet iron rail, filled my sight with thousands of rain maidens dancing in mid air A quiet smile, Yet again, this year, tiny drops on tender leaves, arrived just the day I had