“The Raindrop” by Andrew Rourke

    The Raindrop Born from the mist the droplet takes flight Cutting through air Without whimsy or fright Alone just a drip But tonight she’s much more In formation with friends By millions, they soar Swirl around little friends Let us dance whilst we may For the trip is not long And there’s not long to play The lights are a twinkle The rest … Continue reading “The Raindrop” by Andrew Rourke