Tapping on the windowpanes,
Like fingertips of angels,
Whispering sweet lullabies,
To lull me to sleep.
Drumming on the rooftiles,
Like a gentle drumbeat,
Calling me to dance,
In the rain’s cool embrace.
Falling on my face,
Like tears from heaven,
Washing away my worries,
And leaving me cleansed.
Raindrops, you are a gift,
From the sky above,
Thank you for your beauty,
And your healing power.
© VishalDutia
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