Raindrops... Poem by Bakare Oluwagbenga Michael

Right in the middle of my thoughts of bitterness;
As I walked along the road in sadness;
I felt a cold droplet behind my palm.
I wondered in my thoughts;
Where could that have come from;
In this desert of sorrows?
Even as a critical thinker;
I couldn't fathom where it came from;
I was off the earth;
Lost in my thoughts;
Drowned in dry tears of sorrow.

Before my mind could wander back off the radar;
I felt another droplet;
Now coming at me in triplets.
They kept coming at me now with full force;
They charged at me like hostile swam-bees on sting course.
Their touches have sent some comfort to me;
I felt the chill down to my spine.
For now, my troubles are confined;
They have been drowned;
Drowned in that ocean of comfort formed by the RAINDROPS...