Drip! Drip! The heavenly taps open,
Drop! Drop! Can fill up an ocean,
We thank heavens for the rain,
For it brings a bag of grain,
A bag of food, a bag of money,
Our days 'flowing with milk and honey'
But the days before the showers,
Were of long and dry hours,
Our stomachs had begun to cry
And our tongues became dry,
Our hands searched to borrow,
Our hearts hoped for tomorrow,
But our faces gave a foreign smile
When our eyes saw it from a mile,
It was a pouring of pleasure,
No - A pouring of treasure,
To us like a story never told,
Of raindrops made of gold.
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Author:
Esteven (
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Comments2
Beautiful writing ))
I appreciate it
There is this thing about rain and the cycling of moisture on the earth that brings hope and a constancy that can bring a reliability if only the seasons and the rains along with it are more constant and mild. Thanks for sharing.
It was my pleasure sharing
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