Where the sun and clouds play,
There lived a wanderer, in colors of gray.
With a heart full of dreams and a spirit that hops,
He found his joy in walking between the raindrops.
Each drop a story, each drop a song,
In their silent whispers, he found where he belonged.
Through the city's hustle, and the quiet hilltops,
He danced his way between the falling raindrops.
The world saw rain as a symbol of gloom,
But for him, it washed away life's tomb.
In every droplet, he saw life nonstop,
A universe existed between the falling raindrops.
He met people of sorrow, people of cheer,
In the rain, their true selves appear.
In the language of rain, he connected the dots,
Finding their stories between the raindrops.
A mother's love, a child's laugh,
A broken heart, seeking its other half.
He saw them all, from mountain to rooftops,
In his journey walking between the raindrops.
So, here's the tale of the wanderer so free,
Who found life's rhythm in a raindrop's spree.
Next time when it rains, let your worry stops,
And try to find your path between the raindrops.
