These raindrops falling from above,
Sometimes a loved one’s memory they love,
Sometimes a haven from life’s turmoil and strife,
Bringing solace to a troubled life.
In search of someone, they gently fall,
A soothing balm for the heart's dark hall,
A reminder of love's tender touch,
A whispered promise, "I'll be there, so much."
Sometimes a treasure, like a pearl so rare,
Sometimes a blessing, beyond compare,
Quenching thirst, reviving the earth,
Bringing life to parched and barren birth.
In the sky, I promise to return,
Drinking from the earth, my heart does yearn,
Unseen, yet present, always near,
A reflection of life, through joy and fear.
A flash of lightning, thunder's roar,
Or gentle drops, that soothe the shore,
A symbol of hope, in every form,
A connection to life, that dispels the storm.
Someone finds solace in my gentle touch,
Another finds escape from life's too-much,
Every being finds a piece of themselves,
In me, a reflection, that forever dwells.
In every era, I'm a constant friend,
A reminder of love, that never ends,
Memories of yesterday, or dreams to come,
I'm the raindrop, that's forever young.
These raindrops falling, they never cease,
A symphony of life, in every release,
Flowing through us, a river’s stream,
Connecting hearts,
