  It always comes back to the raindrop that dries up the sea.  it can fill up your latest thought and top up your cup of tea the pure clear raindrop falls aerodynamic and fast from the darkest cloud and soaks the brown grass slowly the blades go green again and the smell is familiar like the sqeaking tap in your sink or it's drip drip drip that bewilders it always comes back to the raindrop that soaks my baseball mit it makes me think of the last time it was all ok to get wet I think I'll take a walk to today and hope for clouds real dark It always comes back to my raindrop Let's go for a walk in the park 
