Raindrops

You sunny day people, so busy and bright, You bring us the joy of a gypsy in flight, You dance in the dew of a beautiful morn', And capture the flag in a field of corn. But I love the drip that you get from a drop, The joy of a plip that you get from a plop, Where hail and snail are home on the range, And serious people are now acting strange. Oh raindrop, thy image, is misty to me, You came from the salt of a sunny blue sea, You blew in a cloud that was puffy and white, To land on my tongue with a sailor's delight. You wake up the creatures that I love the best, That rinse in the rain of a tropical quest, You splash in the rivers of small paper boats, That race in the gutters of rainy-day moats. The lightning and thunder are thrilling to me, They pass in the pride of a loud jamboree, They fizzle in raindrops that dance on my pane, A drizzle of drops in a barrel of rain. A warm, summer splash is for girls and boys, Who need a respite from a closet of toys, Where moisture and mischief are rolled into one, And rainbows are free to the victory won.