I’m in the mood to listen to the rain. The gentle sound of falling rain has always been soothing to me, and, since this is the month that I think of as the beginning of fall, I acquaint it with autumn rain. So I’m borrowing this lovely video to share with you, and I’ll throw in a happy little rain poem of my own for good measure.

I AM A RAINDROP

I am a raindrop
I’m looking for a place to plop.
I’m falling quickly and cannot stop.

I don’t know where I’d like to be,
But I def’nitely don’t want to land in the sea.

You see, if I were to land in the sea,
It would be so anti-climactic for me.

I would lose my personal identity;
Even I would no longer recognize me.

No, I must find someplace solid instead.
Perhaps on a daisy in a flower bed.

Or a plant so parched it’s almost dead,
Or the page of a book that’s being read.

I must decide as fast as I can.
I’m falling quickly toward some folks on the sand.

So many are out there just getting a tan.
Hello there, little bald-headed man.

His head sure was tempting, but then a breeze blew
And drove me off course; what am I to do?

Oh, I see it! I see it! My target’s in view!
Get ready! Get ready! I’m landing on you!
Plop!

© 2011 Sandra Conner
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