• Rain Drops.
    They flow off my fingertips,
    They fly off in the night.
    They pelt me when I'm crying,
    And try to make it right.

    Their powerful noise makes me happy,
    When I hear that slow sound.
    They are clear and so soft,
    Yet so are so damn loud.

    Rain Drops.
    How simple it sounds,
    To do their job.
    To make everything wet,
    And lay in a blob.

    I ponder this day and night,
    What would it be like to fly?
    Would it make me happy,
    To fly in the wind like Rain Drops?

    I hear the beautiful noise
    And smile to myself.
    Oh, how I wish you were here,
    To join me in their glory.

    Rain Drops.
    They flow off my fingertips,
    They fly off in the night.
    They pelt me when I'm crying,
    And try to make it right.