Ses mots, on a rainy day.

 When I was just a petite fille, 

Of only single digit,

A friend of mine, to me, had said,

Words dipped in magic, on a rainy day. 

You listen first to the sound,

Of the roar of the rain as it comes, 

And then you see, the falling drops, 

Beyond the trees, then over you. 

Those words, in me, lit a wonder,

Though simple and silly as they may be.

A vivid image of that time, 

Still flashes by till this day. 

Of a petite fille, listening in eager,

To the roar of the approaching rain, 

Smiling at the person, whose words,

Had just made her day.

As the rain began to touch her skin, 

She turned and skipped back home.

She left behind the gentil garçon, 

But not the magic of ses mots.

French words:

 Petite fille- Little girl

Gentil garçon- sweet boy

Ses mots- His words