Raindrops Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Raindrops



Slidig down my face,
They gave a tingling feel.
Their fresh smell of water,
Refreshing me.


Raindrops slid down a rose's stem,
Then glinted in the sun.
God's jewelry, God's gold,
The raindrop down it run.


I wondered so,
How many raindrops,
Did this thunderstorm brought,
I wondered how many had this question sought.

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