Pitter Patter played raindrops,
On the asbestos roofs,
Each drop trickled down,
Along the wavy grooves!
I sat in the veranda, under the roof,
With palm held below the grooves,
Each drop trickled down,
To squat on my hand or on the lawn!
Every showed struggle,
Along the wavy top,
Each drop trickled down,
As it cut through every trouble!
As I held each drop,I felt its warmth in its cool,
Each drop trickled down,
To teach an important lesson!
Survive through obstacles,Even on the wavy road,
Each drop trickled down,
To show what your eyes hold!
Every drop of tear,Resembled that raindrop,
Each drop trickled down,
To show its existence!
Each drop in my hand,Autobiographed after its end!
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