Raindrops mixed with tears is what I shed.
I wake up most nights and just go through the motion of sending out the waterfall because I am sad and seeing what the world is become makes me sadder.
How much longer before mother nature turns her back on us fully, and how long before we are tied down on our own pain and stress?
Raindrops of fear drives me into weakness and makes my head low.
Raindrops of sweat makes a man toil and toil only to get nothing for the exertion of energy.
Raindrops of deceit sees the world being constantly being ruled by the undesirables while the desirables take the back seat.
Raindrops of betrayal sees the one who loves you the most turning their back on you and siding with the demons that seeks to destroy you.
Raindrops of hope sees the man who has been beaten more times than he can count keeping a positive spirit because he sees what no one else sees, a light right inside the tunnel.
Raindrops of criminality that has pitched man against man, father against son, mother against daughter and friends against friends.
Raindrops of hope for the world that sooner than later, we will all be okay.
Raindrops are the definition of the pain of the world and the good people who have always been at the receiving end.
