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