Buffing the rocks to a see-yourself shine,
the dance floor emerges as the rain begins.

Glistening leaves of emerald, gold, and ruby
create a party ambience in the old woods.

Tip. Tap.
The band begins to warm up.

Splish. Plop.
If you listen closely you can anticipate the show-to-come.

Pitter and patter,
anticipation builds,
as wren and sparrow announce arriving guests.

Here and there a leaf wiggles,
as drops s-l-o-w-l-y fall until…

Until…

Until the Pit-a-Pat band opens the show,
with a beat you can dance to!
The forest celebration has begun!

Soon the frogs leap to the latest beats,
appendages flinging here and there,
frenetic as liquid joy falls from the sky.

Slugs hug the walls,
waiting out the rock and roll,
the disco,
and the hip-hop.

Lizards emerge as groupies,
keeping pace with the mystical beats,
and hypnotic rhythm.

Waiting and watching frenzied frogs,
until the slow dance begins,
slugs continue hugging walls of cascading moisture.

The beat comes faster and faster,
the euphoric rain dance becomes a blur,
for all but the slugs who wait.

In time frog after frog leaps away,
lizards return to the safe shelter of rocks,
and the band finally plays the slow song.

Simple and sedate a melody transforms,
the empty but still glistening dance floor.

And the slugs emerge from the walls,
as the Pit-a-Pat band finishes the show with romance.