TOUCHING THE SKY

I am small one in the house
Longing for time when the roof dried
Asking the rains to dance elsewhere
Only for a while

I jumped out from the front door
Look up and sing my soul with sparkling leaves

I swing to the other side and look up again
The shadows of dancing leaves glows on my face

I run to the back and look up again
Dance with the hang wet clothes and wires

I repeat to sing and dance at the three places
Three times
Feeling if I am touching the sky.