Dripping rain
Sometimes it rains too hard, and the water weights down on us.
With feathers too wet, is virtually impossible to fly.
We look up, only seeing gloomy skies, feeling wind gusts.
The frustration is enormous, we might want to cry.
We see the water dripping, running to nowhere.
Drips from the tree tops, falls from the clouds.
In sunnier, brighter places you wish you were.
Instead the rain drops fall on you, make you doubt.
Time passes, and after all the rain comes the rainbow.
Without perseverance and effort nothing is gained.
Now the drops of water reflect light, and glow.
The time has come to spread your wings, and fly again.
Karla B
Sometimes it rains too hard, and the water weights down on us.
With feathers too wet, is virtually impossible to fly.
We look up, only seeing gloomy skies, feeling wind gusts.
The frustration is enormous, we might want to cry.
We see the water dripping, running to nowhere.
Drips from the tree tops, falls from the clouds.
In sunnier, brighter places you wish you were.
Instead the rain drops fall on you, make you doubt.
Time passes, and after all the rain comes the rainbow.
Without perseverance and effort nothing is gained.
Now the drops of water reflect light, and glow.
The time has come to spread your wings, and fly again.
Karla B
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