I watch outside my window <br />As I see what's falling down. <br />They are small glistening beads <br />like tear drops when someone cries. <br />When I step outside it feels like <br />buckets of water falling <br />on me over and over again.<br /><br />Carmela Kazmier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-86/
