Raindrops keep falling on my head,
and I can’t seem to find a working umbrella.
I hear the drip drip, drip drip
and get lost in the natural beat.
My feet march to the rhythm,
the soles of my shoes getting wetter with every step.
Yet, I soldier on undeterred as these
raindrops keep falling on my head.
A rose in Eden. One by one, the petals fall. The ground is stained red.