Love drops

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