Raindrop

Why are raindrops called "innocent" and "pure"
They are like "small children" or "flowers", SURE!
They roll off your cheeks like lover's lure
And slide down your neck, fragrant "haute couture"

A raindrop, touch your bosom, permitted
Touch your heart, cold, yet warmth intimated
Dance to the beat, time limited
Roll down to planes, men inhibited

The raindrop hides in broad daylight
As your body shakes in delight
Rolls down further out of sight
And awaits safe passage, through the night

Come morning, the raindrop, reached
The "holy grail", "birth of man", "lovers' beach"
The "sacred feminine" so they teach
Life is so simple, "ain't that a peach"?

After, at "lover's beach", a tan
The raindrop follows, path of any Man
To the thighs of strength, where warm veins ran
Made you a woman beyond a "pan"

Rolled down the raindrop, till rest point, red
Met proud "Prada", a good friend, even goes to bed
Asked "don't you ever come off?", enough said
"I'll be on her even when she's dead"

At the end of its journey the raindrop caused
Her to look back at life when the whole world paused
To applaud her will, wit, was
At the edge of her toe the rain drop froze