rrodriguez

The Rain

I hear the rain tiptoeing;

I hear footsteps on top

Giving the thirsty ground

Spoonful of drops;

‘Tis a hypnotizing noise

The drip, drip, drippety, drop

And when the rain is gone,

After the rain has stopped

Leaving the clouds

frail and angel-pale;

A radiant light with lustrous-gold;

Shines with warmth the land to hold.