Mama sent me Raindrops from Heaven,
I knew she did when I was seven.
The coolness of water filled drops,
Soothes my hurts—so the pain stops.
Let it rain and pour,
For I will cry no more.
Most of my family is in Heaven now,
I know it is beautiful---WOW!
Raindrops are medicine to my soul,
Cleansing to make me whole.
As the little gifts of water danced on my face,
I ran to keep up the pace.
For those little wet kisses from Mama without a letter,
Made my boo-boos all better.
Inundated with precious H2O kisses,
Is what my heart misses.
I look up to Heaven and there is no sound,
Just pellets soaking the ground.
Love you Raindrops—I will keep you around,
Kiss my purple roses as you fall down.
© 2021 Barbara Purvis Hunter