Raindrops

A million tiny lovers dance
to sounds of their creation
twisting, turning, yearning
for an earthly congregation
Thoughts and composition
mix together come apart
from the storm in which we're born
now back again to start
Gather in the masses planned
ascension and descension
wanting nothing but to dance
no need for worldly pension
Start to end begin again
to cycle for salvation
a million tiny lovers dance
to sounds of their creation