A cliched poem about rain
The raindrops plunge, continuously falling
Like so many beads of sorrow.
Their hurried path is never stalling
Reminding me of a lost tomorrow.
Ever flooding,
Soaking, drenched
View it as a cleansing, clearing;
Making my world vibrant and green
Nudging at how the future is nearing
Urging me to change from how I have been.