Cold droplets fall to the ground

Drenching the gasping earth

Each one making a soft sound

As if in delightful mirth.


They fall and soak everything

Running down cheeks once red

A revitalising calmness they bring

Showing nuances shouldn't be dread.


As one stands in their path

It is refreshing to alleviate fears

Knowing they have no wrath

And no-one sees your tears.