Love is like a rain drop,

A drip

Drop

of water,

of love.

A cloud or shadow hiding near,

Perhaps even whispering in your ear.

Look at him,

Look at her,

You could have that.

But when you see

Him

Or

Her,

The one.

A drop will drip on you,

Making you love that person,

Like that person,

Want to be with that person.

And perhaps that drop

will remain,

but there is a chance that after a while,

the Sun will heat it up,

for a short while,

and then it will

just

disappear.

16.6.2020

so many fall to the ground,

waiting all alone.

some gather in puddles,

finding one another in the unknown.

some land on my shoulders,

and follow me home.

do we see the raindrops or the storm?

keep looking.

the rains will come again.

leave the umbrella,

take a chance.

Love is like a raindrop

It falls upon you during the darkest and grayest of days

Falling into the hearts of those who expect it least with a plop

And rolls into the tiniest crevices of the heart in its own ways.

You open an umbrella in an attempt to avoid it

And cover it over your heart to block the gentle patter

But it falls anyway, disregarding your jokingly sad wit

Plopping on your defences, eroding them untill they shatter

Despite the rain’s passing, and your own self-sorrow

You’ll end up in love, looking forward to tomorrow