Don't Drink Bees

I look to the sky
and feel the soft, gentle kisses
of the raindrops
Touch my head, my face, my eyelashes

And I want to dance
In the sidewalk puddles
as Gene Kelley did
In the film Singing in the Rain

I want to race wildly
Through the woods
like a German Shepherd
Who has just leapt from his bath

I want to stand still and listen to the music
of the rain falling through the leaves
Smell the wet pavement and the damp earth
That only rises up from the ground
During a good storm

I want to take a moment to revel in the feeling
of the shower until my hair, my clothes, my skin
are as dripping wet
as the bright yellow daffodils -
those brilliant suns shining in the grey of the sky and the green of the grass -
who bow down with reverence to the Spring rain