Raindrops

When raindrops happily plunge from heavy clouds,

They whistle with glee as they plummet to Earth.

For it is their play time,

Together with gravity they fashion their fun.

 

Roofs are the raindrop’s roller coasters, starting at the peak.

They slide,

The wind gently passing by,

In a continuous glide.

With curiosity they try squeezing through windows of houses.

They seek to explore,

What it's like to be in, from out-of-doors.

Umbrellas are their trampolines,

They bounce and flip and soar this way and that.

 

For green to rise on Earth,

They dance through the soil and kiss the roots of plants.
They bolt down mountains,

Pushing rivers to great speeds.

 

When play time is over,

They are ready to ascend,

And they vanish into the air,

Waiting for this moment to return.

As they melt into the sky,

Glowing colours shine with a touch of the sun.

The whole city, bright in the magical glow.

 

Their rainbow forms a radiant smile,

For the people living their lives with sad frowns.