Like A Song
So much good to be said of raindrops.
Without them, there would be no crops.
Without them, the world would soon stop.
Imagine raindrops falling on your head.
It's like being awakened from the dead
after a day filled with thirst and dread.
Those raindrops, so filled with promise,
soothing my soul with qualities that nourish.
Let them pour down, remove the dust,
and free us from dryness and disgust.
Let them drop from the clouds, cooling all of us.
It's a song I heard, filling me with inspiration,
releasing hope, and dismissing desperation,
enabling me to reach my intended destination.
Raindrops. I feel their influence just thinking about them.
Raindrops. So much more precious than a precious gem.
Raindrops. Oh, the beauty that they bring.
Raindrops. Makes me want to sing.
061424PS
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2024
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