Raindrops A Necessity? Poem by Ciaran Quirke

Raindrops fall quietly by,
While sun shall sleep behind a layer
of gray moving through the sky,
Moistening the dear crisp air.

Watching, I see a lake form,
And starlings hop along and sip
the raindrops from the storm,
Which would not pass a humans lips.

Young saplings rejoice in living,
And green is seen again.
A great oak is standing,
Will be joined by them, but when?

And so the raindrops will fall,
Giving life and much time to all.