Poem Title



 Have you ever heard the sound of rain,

   Even hitting the window pane.

    Leaving streaks down the glass,

     Lying on blades of grass.

      Oh to be a drop of rain!


       Mingling with your scent so sweet,

        Yielding to gravity’s amazing feat.


          Searching for the way to go,

           Intrepid as a flake of snow.

            Sliding down your neck so fair,

             Traveling onward shall it dare?

              Effused by the final fall,

               Raindrops on your heart do call.


Pablo - December 1994


    Written by Paul V Jennings