Sunday, April 22, 2012


They fall, and keep falling.
For their entire life, they fall
washing away much of sadness
and roughness.
Singing to the joy of life,
they fall .
Washing away the talcum and lip gloss
and everything else .
Falling, for everything to shine
in the most natural form.
They show and teach,
for us to appreciate
what is natural.
Let us go climb up the clouds
and play with them.
All before they fall.
Those raindrops.

1 comment:

Arooj said...

Look!! With such an honesty these raindrops do their job.


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