Raindrops...
Raindrops...
Dear Diary George,
Suddenly, I stopped dreaming,
As I heard someone screaming,
A noise that made my body numb and stiff,
My heart thumped as if it was about to fall from a cliff.
The sound of people and cars,
Didn't let me dream of the stars,
In my bed, I turned and tossed,
And closed my eyes to remember Jesus's cross.
Soon all the sounds went into the drain,
As the pitter-patter came,
They lit the fire in my heart,
My imagination was again put in the gear labeled 'start'.
There are things and people whom you can't stop,
There are barriers that don't let you reach the top,
But last night, I learned from the raindrops,
When your soul talks to Him, the fruit will definitely arrive on your crop.