• Like little beads, Striking
    Against one another, Tapping
    The world like a drum, Falling
    Rain clinging to my windows, Rolling
    Down on the surface, Sliding
    To the ground, Splashing
    Against cement, Absorbed
    By the Earth, Fading
    Down to nothing, Giving
    Life back to the waking, Gentle
    Drops of warmth, Dancing
    In spring rain, Laughing. biggrin