"rejuvenate" poems - Hello Poetry

A single raindrop falls from the sky, depressed in its loneliness as it descends. It lands and drips down a grassy slope, alone and forgotten. A single raindrop falls from the sky. It falls from dark clouds and gloomy air. It brings nothing but sadness to the earth below and desires only to be heard or seen. A single raindrop falls from the sky, felt only by a stranger. It's wiped away, declared a nuisance, and cast away from existence. A single raindrop falls from the sky, mistaken for a tear. Thought to be from an angel of a lost age. It merely stirs the dust. A hundred raindrops fall from the sky, all lonely but together. They cause a splash and demand attention. Still only felt by one. A hundred raindrops fall from the sky, unable to quench the earth's thirst. They disappear, taken by the ground, embraced for the last time. A hundred raindrops fall from the sky. Not a head turns to notice them. They cry out loudly but cannot be heard, vanishing as they land. A thousand raindrops fall from the sky. The clouds gather to watch the spectacle. They grow darker as they bunch together, warning those below of the coming. A thousand raindrops fall from the sky and tap people on the shoulder. "Come watch us," they whisper before leaving. Few people are left behind. A thousand raindrops fall from the sky, looking for an audience. The people have left and taken their friends to hide in the buildings they made. A million raindrops fall from the sky, and joyously, they sing. They hit the ground, the cars, the roofs, and make music for those in hiding. A million raindrops fall from the sky. They dance and cheer and smile. The sun decides it wants to watch. The light dances with raindrops for awhile. A million raindrops fall from the sky, accompanied by rays of gold. They bring new color to the city of gray and rejuvenate all of the old. A gentle rain falls from the sky and makes art upon the ground. It quenches the earth's thirst and hums in our ears, dancing to its own sound. A gentle rain falls from the sky. People watch with awe from behind glass. Ignored by many, precious to captivated few. They long for it to last. A gentle rain falls from the sky and gracefully sways in the breeze. It brings forth calmness and a sense of peace. It blesses the green fields and trees. A gentle rain falls from the sky, watched by a child with wonder. It sends the breeze to lift the child and brings them out from under. A gentle rain falls from the sky and splashes on window panes. It plays with the child and hums sweet tunes as it makes puddles in the traffic lanes. A gentle rain falls from the sky and ripples in the water. A new world created, impossibly calm. It makes the child an offer. A gentle rain falls from the sky and whispers in the child's ear. "Wait for me. I will return. I won't leave you alone here." A gentle rain falls from the sky and sings goodbye to the child. The clouds dissipate as the sun takes over. The departing rain simply smiles. A million raindrops fall from the sky, murmuring farewells and goodbyes. Each gives the child a tender hug as the color returns to the skies. A thousand raindrops fall from the sky, then a hundred, then one. The single raindrop kisses the child standing alone in the sun. No longer do raindrops fall from the sky, but a child waits for them. To dance and sing and draw and play, with the gentle rain again.

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Aug 19, 2019

Aug 19, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC

GrowlyWolfus

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