Drip, Drop, Plop
With a Drip, Drop, Plop
The rain will sop
Upon a leaf they land
Then roll onto the sand
Absorbed by the ground
Prepares the next go round
It filters through the rock
All around the clock
The plants will seed
The living it feeds
Then onto the river it runs
Until evaporated by the sun
Into the air it mists
And gathers like a fist
In the shape of a big black cloud
Darkening like a shroud
Then BOOM it will fall
Covering one and all
And again the rain will sop
With a Drip, Drop, Plop
April 13, 2005
Copyright © Tina Thornton | Year Posted 2005
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