Raindrops

Morning rain falls
Resting in puddles
All along the path
As rainbows glisten in drops
Radiated by a rising sun.

No ones whistles
For the sound would break
The quiet of raindrops falling
Moist, life giving drops
Soaking into earth parched
From a now brighting sun.

By midday
raindrops have stopped
And are distance memory
In the evening
When the sun begins to fall.

Fulfilling all their duties
Raindrops wait
For another time
To fall, to drip
Most of all, to drop.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

There They Fall

Hear the raindrops fall
Cascading down on dry ground
There they fall.

Bringing life sweet water falls
Trickling over dusty rocks
Feeding parched grass
There they fall.

No wicked blizzard
Harsh winds none at all
Just quiet falling sweet raindrops
There they fall.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

Listen To The Misty River Rain

Listen to the misty river rain
Drip, drip
Running thru the eavestrough
Down the spout to the drain
Misty, misty raindrops
Listen to the misty river rain.

Full of life
Full of promise
Misty, misty raindrops
Listen to the misty river rain.

Splatter on the sidewalk
Run down the lane
To where the cat walks
Misty, misty raindrops.
Listen to the misty river rain.

Soaking up the essence
Flowing on to the deep, dark river plain
Raindrops, misty, misty raindrops
Listen to the misty river rain.

Giving goodness to the world
These raindrops, misty, misty raindrops
Listen to the misty river rain
The misty river raindrops
The misty river rain.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2011