raindrops

If you listen to raindrops you will hear it too.

The rain it speakes upon my roof
Pitter patter I know it to be proof
Of mother nature herself to be saying the sadness she feels everyday.
“Cleanse away troubles that befall my kind
For that live know you to be unkind”
Her breath is sweet I smell it everyday
For in the air it would always,
O words that fall from high above, abundant in and also in love
The touch of you hand I know to be cold
And the sound of you voice I know to be bold
But within your arms I feel very safe,knowing
You are mother of all that is great.

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