Golden Raindrops

Esteven

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.  

 

  • Author: Esteven (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2022 00:20
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  • Caring dove

    Beautiful writing ))

    • Esteven

      I appreciate it

    • arqios

      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.

      • Esteven

        It was my pleasure sharing



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