Saonam's song

Its raining and we walk alone
Cold and lost
Yet we smile beneath wet lashes
Secret wishes pressed to each blessed drop
The gods are dancing

Its raining and my slipper is lost
Hidden somewhere beneath the mud
When we ran to avoid the goats
And I stumbled in the ditch
The water is rising

Its raining and we run now home
The slippery slopes of flooded fields
Easily waded by bare feet
The seedlings are sprouting nicely
We rejoice

The gods are dancing