Rain, Nature, and Mom

 

An early morning rain falls soft and slow,
Cool little drops with a gentle glow.
I wish I were that little child once more,
Playing beside Mom as I did before.

Staring at her face, forgetting the rain,
Smiling through joy, through every tiny pain;
Perhaps a little scolding would come my way,
Yet I’d still want to laugh and play.

Nature feels like happiness, pure and true,
But Mom, my heart always returns to you;
Of all the moments life gave to me,
You remain my sweetest memory.