RAINDROPS
RAINDROPS
Each and every raindrop plays its part
In a shower, or a torrential downpour
Do we know if they have a pointed tip
Or just a sphere, either shape will drip
Pure water in an innocent world before
Now slightly acidic, tasting faintly tart
When landing they spatter and coalesce
On windows, running down in a rivulet
And yet it’s worth looking to the skies
Letting all the raindrops wash the eyes
Be assured, all surfaces will soon be wet
Being caught in the rain can cause stress
The pitter patter of rain on a metal roof
Sometimes a comfort for the ill at ease
It breaks the grim silence of desperation
For the anxious, a source of frustration
Warm or cold, timely rain can still please
So stand and be welcoming, never aloof
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