The blue sky turns dark grey,
The beautiful sun shyly shrinks behind the doubtful clouds,
The leaves rustle about the friendly breeze.
The views from inside my hut,
The sigh from the drizzling
Whispers troubles into my ears.
My master is coming.
The footsteps I hear,
I see the raindrops begin to dance
The rythm of the fall gets me
Gets me right off my feet.
It takes me back
To the times that have passed,
To the stories I heard,
The drumming I danced to.
The memories I have
Fill my cold heart.
My master calls out for me,
The drops of rain kiss my beautiful golden dark chocolate skin.
His orders become my desires,
The rain scurries down my shoulders like rocks down a hill.
My shoulder is cold,
But as he smiles in slight gratitude,
My heart is warm.
How I fall in love with my master is, and will remain a mystery.
Soon the rhythm I dance to slowly stops
The moves of my master soothen into my heart
I say my farewells
And my blue sky
And beautiful sun
Return to my dark, cold, lonely world.