Rain Drops & Robins

Watching rain drops on a cool spring day Hearing the sound against the roof top Seeing the crystal drops slide down the window Simmering little diamonds The stillness forms and heaven turns the faucet off The robins wash their feathers In the puddles in the drive A single droplet hangs from the petals of a crimson red rose Slowly sliding into the heart of its blossom The earth has an air of clean wash Peeks begin from the sun As its rays absorb the lil’ diamonds The clouds surrender And the majestic ball of warmth makes her debut Shedding the summer sandals Barefoot as a child I join the robins Walking through the cool clear puddles Feeling the tingle of childhood memories Splashing and laughing And once again I have found the inner child