Rain Drops (From, Lead Sheets In July 2008) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Rain drops
They come so easily
In splashing and plops
And briefing in breezily
Love songs of cobble stones
Themes of the leaves
Times of alone tones
Cloudy sky grieves

You and I love them
How they are falling
Glisten water gem
On to earth calling
Fresh rhythmic chants
Shortly lived and phrased
On rooftops they dance
For ear to be amazed

Talk of the night
Through every window
When they fall so light
On the streets below
Something to remember
In their dancing echo
Through tides and temper
Those come as they go