She dances and twirls as the rain comes down
Playing with the squirrels going round and round

The birds sing the tune as the rain makes the beat
She finishes her dance soon and makes sure her dress is still neat

Then she's at it again, more elegant than a rose
What a magnificent blend with the movement of her toes

As she spun in the rising sunlight the rain poured down
She laughed and turned left and right, her foot started to pound

She stopped in the morn's dawn then she took one last bow
The rain slowed as she turned into a fawn
She ran into the bushes with a heart-breaking pow

As the rain mourns and the thunder rolls
The loss of her dance as the sun takes its toll

Then the rain stops from loss of power
Until she comes again in the midnight hour