Drip drop
Will it ever stop
Water reaching ground
Only making a tiny sound
Clear, pretty, calm
Beauty falling onto my palm
Hiding fear and pain
Camouflaged in the rain
Created 22-02-2016
This poem came to me during a boring math class. I zoned out, watching some droplets fall from a poorly sealed tap, then scribbled down what came to mind in my notebook.
Background image from Teslariu Mihai on Unsplash.