Missing you, my old friend

I can hear you outside, calling my name,
"Come quickly!" you impatiently exclaim.
I hear the ruckus, you are causing outside,
"Be quiet, I am coming," I sleepily replied.

When I come out, you embrace me joyfully,
"What took you so long?" you ask me angrily.
"I waited and waited for you to come,
So that we could play, dance and create mayhem."

"I know, I am sorry," was all I could say,
And you, my old friend, forgave me right away.
You started humming that pretty little tune,
"Pitter patter, pitter patter…" you began to croon.

My feet, you know, could never resist,
The temptation, which, in your sweet song exists.
You and I began our usual dance,
And soon we fell into that peaceful, ecstatic trance.

And then I opened my eyes to see,
That you were no longer there next to me.
I hear you whisper, "sorry my friend,
But our time together must now come to an end."

"Wait," I begged, "For a few minutes more,
It's been so long since I danced with so much soul."
"Wake up, wake up," I heard my sister say,
"Look outside, I think it's going to be a rainy day!"