Once I was a kid,
I always thought that raindrops
came from a fairy place.
In trees, in planes and all the rays
dropping through the sky ways
to wash the good earth’s face.
But as I grow,
all I knew that rain is only river
and frost and dew and snow
will up and flow.
To make clouds more than two.
And when the clouds will turn like hall,
they gather and fill every hole.
They call the troll.
But if there isn’t room for all,
and the raindrops will fall and fall.