Pitter patter
I thump
Gently then loudly
on their roofs
Their thin veils
And their moods
My aid is at hand
Wrapped as one
We make sure
They feel our wrath and love
He tells me where to go
I know what to do
I wet the appetite of the lil babe
Buried deep in the ground
And quench their taste above the ground
Sometimes I go to town
Coming at them non stop
Mingling with tears
That I wrought
Droplets of life thump,
“warm days are far yet so close,
let the brave rays come”
❤Aweni Adams July 2019
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