Catching Raindrops
It poured for a fortnight
The clouds floating like angels in the sky
Streams of rivulets on a downward turn
’Twas our turn to solve a mystery,me at nine
Of catching raindrops from an open sky.
With raincoat and gumboots on Sherlock Holmes
more than ready, as now I,with his mate Watson
a man’s best friend by his side.
Faces turned upwards towards the clouds
Eye shut and mouth wide open
Tongues hanging out not doing any talking.
Cool silver drops, falling into our traps
The laughter and barking now splashing our thoughts
Standing for hours on the curb
To solve the mystery of catching raindrops.
Watson now wagging his tail as mimicking me,stops.
The thrill of raindrops patting us
Sherlock and Watson doing a steller job
With stomachs now protruding
Our thirst now fulfilled
The mystery of catching raindrops, now stilled.
09.09.2020
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