Raindrops

A newspaper melts away

The text would evaporate soon

Soaking in raindrops

Both large and small

The paper now torn

By the blowing wind.

The smoke quickly escaping

From a warm cup of coffee.

A lazy morning

The smoke, an apt representation of our spirits

Slipping away

With every raindrop.

The gloomy sky, so very enticing

So static, even God takes a break

Even the birds tuck away

Underneath the green of trees.

The clouds appeal

They state their case

A picturesque case, I must add.

The smell of wet soil

Mixed with the fragrance of fallen leaves

Brings back memories

Of a sound nights sleep

We had as a baby.

What we would give now

To be that baby

And fall asleep

To the rhythm of the falling raindrops

To bask in the warmth of our home

Wrapped up in a cozy blanket

Gripping the pillow ever so tight

Shutting the curtains

Lest a ray of light breaks the dream.

We now control the alarm

It loses its power like the rain.

Rolling around in bed

Till eternity

Or till the sun rises again.