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