Raindrops

Raindrops

Contributed by Marna Paron

The raindrops beat on my window in vain
And I began to wonder
What was it they were trying to say
Spite the roar of the wind and thunder
They melted on my pane
Like butter on a hot stove
I couldn’t figure out just then
The story that they told
They spoke of someone I once knew
Someone gone away
They reminded me of things we did
And things we used to say
Loneliness set in and I realized my worst fears
A fact I had to face
The raindrops were really my tears!