Raindrops

By , Hermitage, TN
There must be something about the rain
That it darkens up a room
That soft pitter patter
As it falls carelessly from the sky

Sometimes it brings joy
A cleansing to the earth
Other times it bring grief
Changing from eye to eye

The clap of the thunder
The shock of the lightening
The chill of the drops falling down
One by one by one

Each drop bringing something new
A memory, a gift, a token,
To the life unlived
To the life of someone, something, somewhere





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