When I think about rain drops,
It’s really a nostalgic, water crops,
Which looks like spikes and melting my heart away,
Bringing both my bliss and depression days in my pathetic fate,
Where I met my another intriguing friend at the gate,
After the water crops found its way home,
This friend of mine appeared in flying colors- slightly in foam,
While I was amazed by its sight which took my concerns away,
In a minute, my friend vanished in a ray,
Filling me with happiness as waving “Goodbye”,
Life is also with depression and happiness,
Where both vanishes in a blink of an eye!
