RAIN-DROPS

Pitter-patter rain drops

Falling off the sky

Falling on the young crops -

For God knows why?

Days bygone send the smell

In drops of water,

Yellow is washed out well

And drained into the gutter,

The leaves look up

As if in thanks,

In roads forms a cup,

Water washing the banks;

If less, comes draught

If more, comes flood...

Rain it is -

On the run.