RAINDROPS

As each one falls they take their place
amongst this world, with ‘Human Race’
A job to do, best make haste...

Drip drop drip, they hang in rows
along large leaves to help them grow,
giving life where there was no.

Drop drip drop, they bang on doors,
reaping what they feel should not be yours.
Taking, ruining life without a cause.

Pitter patter, rain splatter, puddles in the street,
making fun for all the children with wellies on their feet!
Become a little lake, fun for all to make,
What better way to spend the day, than in this fun retreat?

Patter pitter, lightly tapping on my window pane,
calms the mind, helps to find some clarity again.
All is wet, nothing to do but sit here and watch the beautiful rain.

Splash, splosh, striking down upon all that it meets,
eroding slowly, calmly destructive, on your head he beats,
THIS type of raindrop breaks you down with heavy repeat, repeat, repeat!

Whoosh, wheesh, whoosh! THIS raindrop uses wind,
to help him blow upon your face, your sanity, unpinned.
He’ll scream at you until you find your skin is thinned!
Your breakdown makes him grin.

Tappety tap, little tiny droplets fall all around,
feels good to be alive, THESE raindrops are abound
- but they won’t gang-up, they’re here to help,
to remind you that they will always be around.

Many other types of raindrops there are,
too many to mention here, by far!
They seem to have a life all of their own,
like little people, they can set the tone.

So next time you pause to watch the rain,
look at the different kinds,
If they had a personality,
What purpose would be on their minds?

A strange little ditty about the rain.... I watched how all the raindrops were doing very different things just in the small space of my garden and began to imagine them as people!