In the Heavenlies where dreams cascade,
Where nature’s brushstrokes gently sway,
A symphony of whispers played,
Raindrops dance in their mystic ballet.
From the heavens’ celestial height,
They descend with grace, in gentle flight,
Like liquid gems, ethereal and bright,
Kissing the earth, a love pure and right.
Each raindrop, a crystal teardrop fair,
Reflecting colors in the vibrant air,
A prism’s touch, a vivid affair,
Nature’s palette, a masterpiece rare.
They tap-dance upon leaves and flowers,
Tenderly bathing each petal for hours,
Whispering secrets in shimmering showers,
Nature’s embrace, her healing powers.
With every drop, a story is told,
Of whispered secrets, both young and old,
How each raindrop, so precious and bold,
Breathes life anew, in a world untold.
They serenade the thirsty soil,
Quenching the earth’s unyielding toil,
Awakening dreams, buried deep in coil,
With raindrop’s touch, spirits uncoil.
The symphony crescendos, a chorus unbound,
Raindrops merge, a rhythmic surround,
Cleansing the air, with a whispered sound,
An orchestra of nature, profound.
And as the rain subsides, the stage now bare,
Raindrop’s legacy lingers in the air,
Nature’s beauty, a timeless affair,
In each raindrop’s memory, we share.
Jump into this wondrous delight,
In raindrops that fall from the heavens’ height,
For they bring life and dreams to our sight,
Nature’s gift, a treasure so bright.
© Ifedolapo
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Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 