Rain

Drop by drop,
It trickles running down.
On the very eves it pauses,
And laughs - just like a clown.

I hear it ever sounding,
Each drop - the tap of hoof.
Pittering-pattering here and there,
And dancing on the roof.

The gutter now is filling,
It's falling from the air.
I duck my head a running,
To take its' kiss...I dare.

Slowly, O so slowly,
Refreshment is so grand.
As it wets the grasses,
While moistening up the land.

Precious, precious droplets,
Moving past my ears.
Bringing to my sweet embrace
Soft and gentle tears.


E.P. 1908 - 1989