The chubby raindrops <br />fatly plop <br />upon the forest’s canopy. <br />They fall upon each waxy leaf <br />then earthwards inch <br />until they dropp <br />upon the leaf that’s underneath. <br />Drip, drip, plop, plop, <br />splish splosh they drop <br />and make their downward way <br />but slowly, oh so <br />slowly do they fall <br />that you and I <br />and one and all, we fear <br />to fall asleep <br />before they reach <br />the forest floor below.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chubby-raindrops-or-abnormally-wet-rain-for-the/
