Raindrops

Morning rain falls
Resting in puddles
All along the path
As rainbows glisten in drops
Radiated by a rising sun.

No ones whistles
For the sound would break
The quiet of raindrops falling
Moist, life giving drops
Soaking into earth parched
From a now brighting sun.

By midday
raindrops have stopped
And are distance memory
In the evening
When the sun begins to fall.

Fulfilling all their duties
Raindrops wait
For another time
To fall, to drip
Most of all, to drop.
~ Patrice

13 Comments

Lisa Coleman on March 9, 2020 at 7:34 pm

Nice one!

Patrice on March 10, 2020 at 11:19 am

Thank you! 😀
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- Lisa Coleman on March 10, 2020 at 11:57 am
  
  You are welcome. You certainly have a way with words.
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  - Patrice on March 10, 2020 at 12:38 pm
    
    Thanks once again! – Happy Blogging!!! 😀
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Lisa Coleman on March 9, 2020 at 7:34 pm

Nice one!

Patrice on March 10, 2020 at 11:19 am

Thank you! 😀
Reply
- Lisa Coleman on March 10, 2020 at 11:57 am
  
  You are welcome. You certainly have a way with words.
  Reply
  - Patrice on March 10, 2020 at 12:38 pm
    
    Thanks once again! – Happy Blogging!!! 😀
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    - Lisa Coleman on March 10, 2020 at 1:32 pm
      
      You too!

Naem Shema on March 19, 2020 at 11:18 am

Lovely. This is an intriguing delightful read indeed. Blessings to you.

Patrice on March 19, 2020 at 11:49 am

Thank so much – Glad you enjoyed! 😀 Blessings back to you
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Naem Shema on March 19, 2020 at 11:18 am

Lovely. This is an intriguing delightful read indeed. Blessings to you.

Patrice on March 19, 2020 at 11:49 am

Thank so much – Glad you enjoyed! 😀 Blessings back to you
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