Poems

Drip… Drop… Drip…

Drip… Drip… Drip. ..
The raindrops tickled me;
soft as a feather,
light as bubble,
reminding me to smile.

Drip… Drip… Drip…
Red umbrella came to my rescue,
when the rain wrapped around,
not letting me go, as I stood
in the middle of nowhere.

Drip… Drip… Drip…
With grass green shirt,
sky blue skirt and
earthy brown boots,
I felt a part of nature.

Drip… Drip… Drip…
New music surrounded me;
rain drumming on the umbrella,
boots splashing the puddle,
laughter bubbling from my heart.

Drip… Drop… Drip…
Pitter… Patter… Pitter…
Splish… Splash… . Splish..
Giggle… Laugh… Giggle…
The child in me is back again.

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This poem is inspired by this painting by Mrs. Ratna Pochiraju.

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