There aren’t raindrops falling on my head no more <br />My dear drugged alcoholic friend <br />You spoke witful and sobering words into my existence <br />In amazement, I listened as you ate your greens <br /> <br />How did this come to be? <br />I listened to the wisdom of pretentious mates <br />Sought the elixir of forgetfulness in tainted wine glasses <br />In my sobriety, you actually spoke some sense to me <br /> <br />I shake the remanents of those raindrops <br />Life is not all gloomy and dark <br />Happiness is not far ahead, waiting to step up and greet me<br /><br />Medea Kali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/raindrops-18/
