Tiny Drops
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1 min readMay 3, 2016
The tiny drops caress my face
Falling straight from the sky, as if in a race
Soothingly they work their silent magic
Unfolding memories, making me nostalgic
I silently watch as the wind blows
Thinking deeper as every moment goes
The tiny drops nourish my mind
Just as they do, the green of every kind
Teaching me lessons that no one wrote
Like fruits of my own thought
— Parin Vachhani (A poem inspired by the rain today)
