No, it’s not raining outside.
The weather is as sound as it could be. The wind is as calm as it could be.
Still I can hear the dripping water… No, it isn’t my imagination you see.
Come closer and listen quietly !
Drop by drop or should I say bit by bit… It fills that old, stained empty vessel concealed inside the womb of mother earth.
Believe me when I say that it’s not raining outside, but I can smell that fragrance of wet soil.. It certainly leaves a smile on my face..
But not long enough I could hold that curve, ’cause I know that it’s not raining outside..