Tuesday, August 31, 2010


Drops of pearl and drops of dew,
The downpour lasting hours a few.
Cotton so white, casting droplets so pure,
Manna sent from Heaven for sure.

Sparkling little beads lay scattered throughout,
Filling my heart brim with doubt
Can they all be strung to form a lace,
To adorn a neck and fill it with grace?

Drizzle! Sploosh! Splat! Plop!
Thence goes the rhythm when you drop
Pitter! Patter! Pitter! Patter!
The moment seems wondrous as you splatter.

Wash away the sadness,
Oh rain! Cast away our madness.
Upon us, you shall rein
And upon us, you shall rain.