The Raindrop PoemA Poem by WhiskurzThe raindrops melt on the hot tin roof As they slide to their demise Sounding like tiny angel's feet Descending from the skies The smell as it hits the gravel roads Is one I truly adore That smell alone can heal the soul And leave you wanting more Sooner or later the raindrops meet Where other raindrops huddle A reunion of sorts in the middle of the road Together to form a puddle No one knows what raindrops say When they finally come together But wouldn't be funny if they meet in the road Just to talk about the weather The next time you see a raindrop fall Remember what you have read Then maybe you will be the very first To tell me what the raindrop said
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Added on May 29, 2012Last Updated on May 29, 2012 |