The Raindrop

I might suggest as a title A Lonely Teardrop what a beautiful heart wrenching poem this is Geesh now I have to find my Kleenix They were merely wet how sad this is Chrys

the ending is amazing. :) fragile things: take flight!

Barbara Writes

you have captured the beauty of young love

We are always fascinated by beautiful forms in nature that have a fragile transience before being transmuted into the ordinary...raindrops and snowflakes are two of these. Your poem almost reads like an Aesop's fable and has a definite prosiac, story-like tone. The last verse is of course what grabs everyone and pulls the whole thing into its poignant perspective and makes us all think immediately of something more important in our lives that has the same kind of unfortuntate transience.....crisp toast, runny eggs, rainbows, almost lovers the list is endless...OK i know the first two seem mundane but its breakfast time over here. lol Keith

You are quite the wordsmith... this moment of realization was a spine tingler.. Richard

This is exquisite my friend brough back memories of so many i have written about rain. But this made me think of a sad poem not yet posted on this site but will sonn. I am looking out of my window as the raindrops fell against the pane but to me the tears of the Lord to remind us of all the lost souls that had passed and each raindrop was a soul remembered.