- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Rain Drops
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Rain-drops slide across my window pane
And to each of their lives, there seems no gain
To fall and slip, and die is their goal
Until they form many watery holes
Puddles, who are stepped in without a care at all
Because they are the work of those who must fall
Fall from the sky, and onto the ground
And out of all who die, they make the best of sounds
The soft pitter-patter that forms on the street
People only find it bothersome that it wets their own feet
But does rain deserve to die? Think closely now, do
Because how would you feel if it happened to you?
- COMMENTS
Amyfriendabout 17 years agoand simply delightful. Well done. I love the sound of soft falling rain.
duddle146over 17 years agoThis talented poet has just allowed us to go inside a drop of rain. Such beautiful tender insights on the life of a rain drop and it's life ~ however brief.
