Raindrops

[purplespirit]

Raindrops

Raindrops are born in the clouds
They fall to nourish our earth
We hope for gentle rain or snow
Then they surely grant us mirth

Rain feeds the rivers and the sea
Oceans made by countless raindrops
We swim and sail in precious waters
From sea and land we gain our crops

Like dust, sorrow is washed away
When rain works as a metaphor
Much more it means than we can say
Many times we’re just looking for

Rain can give hope for tomorrow
Leaves also echoes of the past
Raindrops play the music of life
Meant to help the blue planet last

[Daboetry]

Lovely piece. I love the metaphor here and it's comforting.
Speaking of rain, we had a short storm yesterday that produced Hail! My Husband ran out and got a few...lol.

[purplespirit]

Ah, here too we had hailshowers and snow exactly now when all trees stand in blossomtide. Such a sorry view now and a sigh to know that there will hardly be any harvest of fruits later in the year. Thank you for stopping by, always so appreciated. Ursula xx