Tiny glittering drops
They are in a moment's catch
Hit the ground it stops
And ends it with a splash!
...
Time is ticking - a fire on the rope
A warmth that humans fail to control
Repeatingly, it baits as a beacon of hope
While slowly but ferociously feasting on our soul
...
Twist, turn
The hands return
What's past is past
Yet echoes last
...
Precipitation
Tiny glittering drops
They are in a moment's catch
Hit the ground it stops
And ends it with a splash!
Each drop is wonderful
Filled with worlds inside
These guys are pretty tactful
Invaders from the sky
With a cool soothing breeze
Bringing peace throughout the streets
'Till the clouds would retreat
Puddles reflecting underneath
And when all goes away
When the sun shines its way
A bow of hope appears
The rain's colours—revealed