It drops so sparingly, spitter spatter, from the sky
I hope to see many more as days go by.
The health and wealth it brings to my body and soul.
To my country in need where there is no food or bowl.
I look above for answers and wait for the rain to fall.
Especially, those drops of rain, I would like to catch-all.
The raindrop a drink from god, to enrich the earth.
Where humanity is freed and given rebirth.
Let your tongue taste it, let it quench your thirst.
Remember the moment, as if it is your first.
Everything washes away that is wrong.
Like the raindrop feel that you always belong.
Toto Salva – All rights reserved by the Author.
(Written ~ November 24, 2006 at 7:00pm)