Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 10, 2016

Raindrops~by rldubour




Pitter-patter, pitter-patter…can’t sleep…toss and turn.
Awakened by the raindrops…a song that I must learn.

I thought…this melody I hear… have never heard before.
Is this the night the angels come?…Come knocking at my door.

Is this the night I say good-bye?…that’s when the tears begin.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter…crying is not a sin.

I hear singing with the raindrops…this all must be a dream.
My angel stands before me…sent from heaven it does seem.

Now my eyes are open wide…she offers me her hand.
“Come stand here by my side…I will help you understand.”

I find myself next to her… I reach to hold her hand.
My feet no longer touch the floor…no longer mortal man.

I turn to face my body…lying cold and still.
I look into my angel’s eyes…her smile warms the chill.

I hear her say now is the time…you must come with me.
Take this moment to say good-bye…to your loving family.

I kissed them all so gently…not to wake them from their sleep.
“Dad will be gone when you awake…my children please don’t weep.”

I stand before my precious wife…too hard to say farewell.
She given me her life complete with love no words can tell..

I wiped the tears drops from my eyes and touch them to her face.
Promising to wait for her…I give my last embrace.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter…the rhythm of the rain.
It’s not a sin for man to cry…it helps to heal the pain.


  1. I like this one

  2. A visual poem Ron. Although we all must go one time or another, we are promised a better life. It’s sad to leave our loved ones, but we will surely see them again when they too will make that same journey. Great poem.

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