I like rainy weather

Though nature loses its beauty,
But no, there's something weird about it.
All filled with water
And life, but where is everything?
Rain quietly goes gait
And sparkles in beauty.
And bugs, spiders, bugs
Hidden in the hollow,
Under the petals of chamomile,
But dry and warm.
And as soon as the flowers dry
And with leaf water will drain,
The world will once again rejoice,
So the sun will bake.
And then the bird will sing,
And new songs will be born.
Fly to the flowers of bug
Sounds in the sky will soar are clear.
While the rain is still drizzling,
Everyone was quiet.
Everyone is lost in thought,
Also nice in the rain to me
And to think, and read,
And dream the edge of the window...
Just a bit to consider
In complete silence, when one.