If I was the rain,
Tiny drops on a windowpane,
Glistening on a rose bud,
Like the new bride's nose stud.
Pattering on the tin roof,
Of music do you need more proof?
Forming puddles in the back lane,
Where kids jump playing their game.
Cascading like a waterfall,
Down the slope near shopping mall.
Filling up a discarded pot,
Put underneath the leaking spot.
Competing with a lover's tear,
Mourning the loss of her dear.
Bearing thoughts of joy and sorrow,
Memories of today and tomorrow!
This poem was written a few years ago, but am soo wishing to see dark stormy skies and straining to hear the pitter-patter of raindrops that the post seems apt!
Tiny drops on a windowpane,
Glistening on a rose bud,
Like the new bride's nose stud.
Pattering on the tin roof,
Of music do you need more proof?
Forming puddles in the back lane,
Where kids jump playing their game.
Cascading like a waterfall,
Down the slope near shopping mall.
Filling up a discarded pot,
Put underneath the leaking spot.
Competing with a lover's tear,
Mourning the loss of her dear.
Bearing thoughts of joy and sorrow,
Memories of today and tomorrow!
This poem was written a few years ago, but am soo wishing to see dark stormy skies and straining to hear the pitter-patter of raindrops that the post seems apt!
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