The rain poem

In little drops i count the rain,
sliding off the roof sand gliding through the panes,
It pours in millions, in a dance of beats,
yet my heart goes thump, on the little one's tweets,

She waits on the corner ledge , afraid to fall;
She bounces in herself as if gathering her breath in all,
I catch her midway , careful not to let her splash,
She imbibes my hand, with the fragrance of the sky,
and i lift my arms as the angels fly;

In the falling millions I found my drop,
Lost she nay, as in my hand she lay,
water in my hands and my hand in the air,
In the dance of the rain, I lost her again,

I sent a boat, as i sat on the stair,
"find my drop", I shouted , in the watery fair,
"tump" she fell again, in the ridges of my palm,

One for the love, one for the moment,
one for life and one for its fragrance;