Tasting the Raindrops

Looking in your eyes
I feel myself falling in love with you
You said I love you
And I said it too

We went to our very own special spot
For no real reason at all
We sat and talked and looked at one another
And then the rain began to fall

We could have left just as quick as we came
But no, you wanted to stay in the rain
You asked me a question I'll never forget
Have you ever tasted the raindrops?

I looked at you funny and you gave me a sigh
The cutest look, as I wondered, why?
Why, did you ask me to taste the rain?
Well, what did have to loose or gain?

I watched you with a careful eye
And did the same as you
You were looking up at the cloudy sky
But my eyes were stuck on you like glue

I lifted my head to look at the sky
And closed my eyes really tight
Just as I thought I'd caught a raindrop
You suddenly held me tight

I opened my eyes with slight alarm
As you kissed me soft and sweet
I remember that kiss like it was yesterday
I still feel those raindrops on my cheek

I tasted the raindrops like I never had before
It was worth every second of bliss
Every time I think of that moment
I think of my raindrop kiss

We sat close together on that one special rock
And we held each other tight
Then almost as suddenly as it came
The sun came out from beneath the rain

The most beautiful colors I've ever seen
Came out on the western sky
The sun was setting and the moment was perfect
More than any money could buy

As the sun slowly set and the sky lit up
You began carving our names in our special rock
I told you I would never forget this moment
In my heart this memory is locked

As our names were finished and permanently engraved
We watched the sun finish its day
We slowly got up to leave this place
Which was a year ago this May

I haven't been to that spot in a year
Where did all the time go?
I will visit this place alone this time
And I will finally have to let go

This memory will be in my heart forever
But you will not remain in my mind
I don't know if that love, will be seen again
For that love I cannot find

I will go to this spot as we promised we would
But you will not be there this time
Why is it that you can't keep your promise?
I know that I'm keeping mine

Never again will I taste the raindrops
The way I did with you
And when I go to this spot again
I will say goodbye to you.

The Happy Raindrops

Way up in the sky, in a big, puffy, white cloud, the raindrops were waiting for a storm to happen, because their favorite thing in the world to do was to fall from the cloud and land on something with a splat!

One day, the puffy cloud began to get gray and much heavier. The raindrops knew this meant a storm was about to happen. When the lightning began to flash and when the thunder began to boom, all the raindrops got together for a big meeting. In this meeting they planned where each drop of rain was going to land. The biggest raindrop of all was called Randall. He got to choose first. Then, each in turn, according to size, chose a target, until the smallest raindrop had chosen.

"I think I will land on that man’s nose," Randall said, parting the cloud just a little bit to show everyone. He pointed to a man sitting on a bench in the park. The other raindrops giggled. "Here I go," Randall cried, then away he went, falling from the big gray could, through the stormy sky. He landed right in the middle of a man’s nose. He broke into pieces and went all over the man’s face, into his eyes and onto his lips.

The other raindrops shouted, "YEAH!"

"My turn," called Reese, the next largest raindrop. He had decided to land in a lady’s eye and smear her make-up. He jumped down through the small part in the cloud and landed with a kerplop right in her eye. Her make-up ran down her cheek and dropped onto her white blouse, making a mess.

Again, screams of delight echoed throughout the cloud. All the rest of the big raindrops took their turns, landing on dogs, people reading the newspaper and shiny cars that were pulling out of car washes. Soon, only the smallest drops were left. They were too small to do anything alone, so they divided up into groups.

The first group chose to rain on an ant’s nest. They all held hands and jumped down together. When they hit the nest, the dirt went flying everywhere. The carefully dug tunnels collapsed and the angry ants ran about trying to save their nest.

The next group of raindrops landed on a boy’s fluffy cotton candy. It dissolved into a sticky mess, leaving the small child crying.

"Let’s land on that woman," suggested the leader of the third group. "She just came out of the beauty parlor." The rest of them tee-heed and giggled, then they all held hands and jumped. Plop! Plop! Plop! They all landed on her nicely combed hair. The curls turned into soggy, limp ropes.

The raindrops all seemed to be enjoying themselves, except one small group. They were the smallest of all the raindrops. They didn’t like to do all those mean things. Rebecca was the biggest raindrop of the group. She said to the others, "Let’s have our group do something nice. Look down there for something that wants and needs us to rain on it."

They watched carefully. They saw a boy with a triple-decker ice cream cone. He didn’t need any rain. A family was in the park having a picnic. They didn’t want it to rain. There was also a beautiful wedding taking place and the raindrops knew that they didn’t want it to rain and ruin everything.

Rylee, the teeniest raindrop, spotted a little flower. It was a pretty yellow color, but was starting to turn brown around the edges. Its head was drooping. Rylee cried out to the others, "Rebecca, come and look. That little flower needs us."

The rest of them also looked down. That would be a nice thing to do. Rebecca said, "Let’s go!"

Just as they were about to jump, another group started to call them names. The biggest, Ryan, said, "All the rest of us are trying to make people cry and be angry. You aren’t like us. Hurry up and leave! Don’t come back to this cloud every again! We don’t like nice raindrops!"

The little raindrops jumped and landed softly on the limp yellow flower. Soon after, it lifted its head. Its stem turned green and the brown went away. The tiny raindrops were happy.

The storm broke and the rain stopped. The sun came out and dried up the rain. It turned to steam and floated back up into the sky to form new clouds. The small group that Rebecca and Rylee were in chose to form a new cloud where no mean raindrops were allowed. Every time they fell from the sky, they chose something that would be happy because they rained on it.

Precious Raindrops

Beautiful, precious rain drops,
Upon the window pane,
Comes a feeling of joy and gratitude,
To hear falling drops of rain.

The birds have stopped their singing,
And the grass turns green again,
The leaves upon the trees are washed,
In the summertime when it rains.

The earth seems to smile at the sun,
While the clouds go drifting by,
As thunder peals in the heavens above,
And lightning flashes on high.

What a gift from God in the heavens,
Who sends rain in time of need,
To water the earth and freshen it up,
Giving life to all, indeed.

Beautiful precious rain drops.
Upon the window pane,
Such a precious gift from above,
The Rain, The Rain, The Rain.