The Frog And The Fox

When it rains like this,
a thousand memories
get rekindled.
The green frog
hidden somewhere
in my heart
gets in form.
Its urge
to taste the drops
takes me
to the canopy.
A million wishes
may go unnoticed,
but can I miss
to see
this frog!
So dear to me,
this frog is,
yes,
my real version.
So well it knows,
when to dance,
and how to rejoice..
unlike the
fox in my brain.