If You Know What I Mean

The symmetrical raindrops hesitated before they plunged to the ground,

Then running and racing, yet not making a sound.

This raindrop so wonderful like the fragrance of a flower,

Is sometimes dark some times bright like in a rain shower

I love to peer at them running down my street.

I can feel their dampness and can listen to their beat.

It‘s things like these that make the world beautiful or so it would seem.

These rain drops are special if you know what I mean.