Thoughtful rain
By Ricky Thomas Cain
Ideas fall like raindrops.
You start with so many
You end with so few
Where did all those droplets go
A voice says you let them all dry up
Then you cry tears of pain.
But i never meant to let go of them.
The voice says,
I know so did many others.
I will make it right I say.
I will make it rain again.
