The Raindrop


Falling through the air
Splashing in my face
Raindrop, oh Raindrop
Why arrive at this place?
From the air,
from the sky,
why not from the ground?
Liquid as you are,
You don't make a mound.
You form into a puddle
before my very eyes,
the way you could be formed
is when God cries his eyes.
You could be the scientific theory
of moisture and a cycle
or you could be
a rouge wave on a bicycle.
Where did you come from,
where did you stay?
Where will you be at the end
of today?
Raindrop, oh Raindrop,
You are beautiful in the sky
dancing glittering showing
raindrop, my oh my.

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