poetry : drops of rain

drops of rain

As the rain drops fall,
I wonder, if the clouds are crying,
I wonder, if it looks at the needy and cries.

As I step out,
I feel the heartfelt drops on me,
I look up in hope to console it,
I fail and so my head bent,
But, there rises a hope, an assistance,
which shines so bright that the tears are soaked,

And as I raise my head,
my eyes manifest a colourful sky.