Raindrops

Pitter patter raindrops
Rounded at the base
Tapering on top
It falls into the flower pot
And lashes the city dry and hot
Crystal clear diamond like
It lands upon a rusted spike
Rain induced muddy swirling torrents might
Kept in control by a powerful dyke
The vast skies a crimson red
Far above ones bed
Pitter patter raindrops
Far above the mountain tops

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