A Raindrops Journey Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A tiny tear from the cloud above,
Begins its journey, with gentle love.
Down to the earth, so far below,
Where greener fields and flowers grow.

It dances on, a single gleam,
Then joins its friends, a growing dream.
More little drops, they gather near,
And make a trickle, banishing fear.

The trickle flows, a happy sound,
And finds more waters, all around.
They merge and swirl, a ribbon bright,
A river strong, with all its might.

It tumbles down, a foamy spray,
With waterfalls along the way.
Through valleys deep between mountains high,
Beneath the vast and open sky.

At last it reaches, broad and grand,
The waiting sea, across the land.
The drops rejoice, a joyful spree,
A brand new life, wild and free.