Apr 2018
drip,
drap,
drop.
Falling from the sky
and unwanted from their owner
the cloud.
drip,
drap,
drop.
Left wondering why they were released
and the cloud never telling them
why.
drip,
drap,
drop.
Screaming as they hit the ground,
scared to disappear from existence.
Pounding the new world around them
so people around them
hear their cry for help.
drip,
drap,
drop.
The clouds cry on
for they have lost
a part of themselves forever.
drip,
drap,
drop.
Only thing left
in the hollows of their hearts is
regret.
shame.
guilt.
drip,
drap,
drop.
regret.
shame.
guilt.
drap,
drop.
Falling from the sky
and unwanted from their owner
the cloud.
drip,
drap,
drop.
Left wondering why they were released
and the cloud never telling them
why.
drip,
drap,
drop.
Screaming as they hit the ground,
scared to disappear from existence.
Pounding the new world around them
so people around them
hear their cry for help.
drip,
drap,
drop.
The clouds cry on
for they have lost
a part of themselves forever.
drip,
drap,
drop.
Only thing left
in the hollows of their hearts is
regret.
shame.
guilt.
drip,
drap,
drop.
regret.
shame.
guilt.
This just came to my head with all the rain I've been getting recently. I'm not down or anything, I was just listening to the sounds the raindrops were making on my umbrella. Doesn't the sound of raindrops falling sound satisfying sometimes? The pitter patter just sounds so satisfying on umbrellas. Anyways, thanks for reading!
