Drip! Drip! Drip!
Tiny drops of rain,
Flowing through the drains, beating a hasty retreat
Down, down it drips
Deep into the soil it seeps
Tiny drops of shining beauty
Pouring down on the city
Kpt! Kpt! Kpt!
Striking sound becomes a lullaby
Of this orchestra made in the heavens
Lolling heads strike the mat in submission
Even before the downward force,
of the golden drop is spent
Shiny drops of rain patters
Shiny drops that creeps
Slowly and surely all over the streets
Rain drops so crisp and swift
Washing away the city’s pains.
