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.

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    Anonymous Me

    Wonderful writing 👏

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