Raindrops Poem by Edwina Reizer

The drip, drip, drip of the rain
against my window pane
quiets the stormy rages
that invade my brain.

The methodical tapping of wetness
slowly flushes away
all accumulated sadness
on a dark and dreary day.

Welcomed by creatures of the outside world
unaware of the constant drip,
they find the watery pools that collect
and drink or take a dip.

The clouds have opened. They're not aware
of the rain's effect on me.
'Tis not important to them at all.
That's something that I see.

But I, seeing the dripping rain
against my window pane
must give up sadness while it falls,
for it will not remain.

The sun will burst forth once again
and lighten the sky and my heart.
And the drip, drip, drip of the rain
will be a memory that will depart.