Drop by drop they follow to shower,
Sometimes heavy and sometimes slower. From the high to the low, Feeling the earth and to flow.
Sounding in a delightful drizzle,
Healing the land dry to mizzle. Little children way to home, Hopping skipping over the pour.
Evil sun in a woeful meek,
Stares and flares at the falling sink. Kids in their way to sail, Paper boats with a fancy tale.
Some pent with bounded toes,
Enjoy it behind the windows. Dribbling from the immense heaven, And to peace in a soulful even.
With a while in a glittering sight,
Seems to glow in the sunlight. Some are seen to peep out off pane, With a brimming heartful of scathe.
Eyes over the lines of the text,
But the mind slips over a rainy rest. Lovers bask their delight together, While wisted are with a writing feather.
Drop by drop uphold the day,
Soothing the hearts with a tale of a fay. Genuine poems pertaining to Life* Brave thoughts about Rain*
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