Raindrops
Raindrops!
Oh, to feel them,
As they kiss our parched skin,
The green grass quivers in delight
And joy.
Raindrops!
The touch of love,
The holding of hands, drenched,
Sweet whispers, that caress,
Of stolen moments of romance
And warmth.
Raindrops!
The mortals’ wants,
Elixir of our being,
The sheer bliss of thirsty throats blessed
With life.
Raindrops!
The soft patter,
That musical drumming,
As it falls on the tin-sheet roofs,
With gay.
Raindrops!
That petrichor,
As they bid us goodbye,
Making us pray for an encore,
They wane.
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