Sometimes I feel like rain

I watch the drops falling and the dark sky,
then I touch the ground with my feets wondering why?
violets around me are fresh, some birds fly.
Perhaps if I wide open my arms I will reach it too.
The muses are waiting for the sun, it rise soon,
somehow I forgotten the story about the tree...
Red, white, yellow and orange leaves,
waves of fulfilment and conscientiousness.