There aren’t raindrops falling on my head no more
My dear drugged alcoholic friend
You spoke witful and sobering words into my existence
In amazement, I listened as you ate your greens
How did this come to be?
I listened to the wisdom of pretentious mates
Sought the elixir of forgetfulness in tainted wine glasses
In my sobriety, you actually spoke some sense to me
I shake the remanents of those raindrops
Life is not all gloomy and dark
Happiness is not far ahead, waiting to step up and greet me
Medea Kali
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/raindrops-18/
