Raindrops

Raindrops running down my windows,
like the tears of God.
They speak of many things to me.
The sadness and sorrow,
of another passing year.

They speak of tragedies,
which have befallen,
our brothers and sisters
in all the far distant lands,
by the sweep of the Grim Reaper’s hands.

(18 June 2007)

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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