Raindrops fall quietly by,
While sun shall sleep behind a layer
of gray moving through the sky,
Moistening the dear crisp air.
Watching, I see a lake form,
And starlings hop along and sip
the raindrops from the storm,
Which would not pass a humans lips.
Young saplings rejoice in living,
And green is seen again.
A great oak is standing,
Will be joined by them, but when?
And so the raindrops will fall,
Giving life and much time to all.
Ciaran Quirke
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/raindrops-a-necessity/
