Drops

Drop Drop Patter Patter patter Pattering pattering rain You forgot to bring an umbrella But as you stand in the gentle rain You soon forget, too You ever needed one An outstretched hand catches but a few You turn your face to the sky to better feel more Water beads flying by A tangible view of a different perspective In the company of the sound of the drops Life is at a standstill here The greyness of the world to the eye Somehow is so beautiful In the rain