Raindrops

I wrote this on a total whim this morning. I was in the library, during my free period, with nothing better to do. I was considerably tired, and so this lullaby-type poem resulted. I imagine reading it to a child on a rainy evening, comfy under quilts, listening to the rain tapping softly on the roof. I love the rain. I guess that's why I wrote about it. It's not really pessimistic at the end, though it may seem that way--it's simply urging people to take time to appreciate the simple, beautiful things in life that are all around us that we always seem to rush past.