When the Raindrops Sing

A poem about crying

When the raindrops sing, Its melodies aren’t beautiful, Nor it is saccharine to the ears It’s monotonous, Flat but hypnotizing

When the raindrops sing, The giant boxes create its beat and tone, Along with running splatters Its tune and beat off, But still as calming

When the raindrops sing, The world quietens, Covering it with peace and grey Like a tired child napping, Too tired after the sand

When the raindrops sing, It makes a blanket a warm friend It prolongs the morning, It’s a beautiful nap in the afternoon, And a lullaby during the night

When the raindrops sing, It may even disturb some lovers, But they would laugh, And dance along with the melodies, Eventually

It can be upsetting, But the world needs to cry once in a while, Like we all do.

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