Drip, drip, drip
Hear the the sound
on the ground
as we sit
Drip, drip, drip
Becomes a rattle
to the cattle
as we sit
Rain on the rooftops
a season where it doesn't stop
for days or weeks
like an eternal sleep
in which we're trapped
like rats
or bats
hunted by cats
and men alike
a new *****
one of peace
one from above
A rain of brotherly love
No war
No fighting
Freedom soars
Like lightning
The sound above
brings the call of a dove
olive branch in tow
Though we know
There are those who are still cold
lost their hold
lost control
of the world around them
I think its over sometimes, and then
I hear a sound as we sit
a word sets on my lips
as the rain goes
Drip, drip, drip
(c) Steven Forrester