Raindrops are heavenly signs
Raindrops falling on our heads
Silky grey color of the mead
Raindrops pouring down
Streets getting drowned
Raindrops nourishing nature
Rivers getting captured
Raindrops one kind of treasure
There is no other way to measure
Raindrops children’s happiness
Who would have guessed
Raindrops stilling our thirst
Keeping us from the worst
Raindrops after sunny days
Freshens us in many ways
Raindrops can make us feel sad
But we should not get mad
Raindrops soaking our souls
Looking out for a new goal
Raindrops tapping on the roofs
Sounds like the horses hooves
Raindrops from heaven
Touching blue hearts
Raindrops for eternity
This means serenity
Raindrops keep on falling
Forever on us calling
Raindrops are heavenly signs
(Switzerland)
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