Rain Drops

By Firas Moulki

Thousands and thousands of rain drops

Pouring from a place so high above

I think I’m crazy but I hear a song

Each drop is singing the same song!

I listen and listen a thousand times

The sound keep echoing in my mind

We bring the good we bring the weeds

But poor people are running the streets

They have no shelter, no place to stay

Their bones are freezing

Is that OK?

Suddenly the sound of rain stops…..