Falling Drops
Silver Clouds flying in the sky, anticipating
backdrop
Reflection on the side walk shows the sky
The Earth below, is not even dry
All you hear, the drumming on the rooftop
Raindrops falling Puddles dancing; drip, drop
Tree branches hanging, like heavy weights
Almost like dreaming of our expected fate
And now were feeding our crops
As the day goes on it starts to get breezy
Moving the trees, forcing them to banish
Over the skies they’re glowing like heaven
The sun comes out, goodbye grey sky
All sad thoughts are gone, hello happy smile
Out comes the sun’s reflection in our windows
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