I am not alone

It is a warm spring evening.
Drops of rain fly in the wet air.

Night lanterns open their yellow eyes.
They slept all day under the blue sky.
I tell them, “Good evening, lanterns,
You will be my companions at this time.”

Soft rain walks in the street.

“Good evening, the rain.
I invite you to take a walk with me too.”

It is a good evening.
And I am not alone.