Small droplets are falling down out of the sky
And someone is sitting, beginning to cry.
Tranquility settles will the soft soothing sound
Created by water that’s meeting the ground.

As each of the minuscule droplets fall
It sets free a ripple, encompassing all.
Each droplet is new, only once being seen
To brighten the world, to help make it clean.

And droplets are falling from someone’s face,
From the face of someone not keeping the pace.
Easing the tension, making life new,
Giving relief that’s so long overdue.

Droplets give life, they take away pain –
Droplets called tears, droplets called rain.