The clouds convene, a whispered huddle,
Gray giants plotting on the puddle.
A first drop falls, a shy hello,
Tiptoeing down, a silent flow.
Then another joins, a playful friend,
They race and prance, the windowpane their stage to ascend.
A hundred tiny dancers light,
A drumming beat on windowpane so bright.
Some whirl and twirl in joyous glee,
Leaving streaks, a sparkling sea.
Others slow and soft descend,
Like tears a weeping willow sends.
They tap a rhythm on the glass,
A melody that seems to pass
Through every raindrop, big or small,
A symphony for one and all.
The wind, a mischievous maestro's hand,
Swirls them faster, a merry band.
They chase and dodge, a playful fight,
A fleeting dance beneath the fading light.
Then silence falls, the sun peeks through,
Diamonds scattered, sparkling new.
The stage is clear, the dancers gone,
But echoes linger, of a joyful song.
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About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
Comments (1)
Oh wow, this was so stunning! Loved your poem!