Danielle N. Calhoun

RAINDROPS

Raindrops falling on the ground
Listening close you hear a sound
Like those of footsteps in the mud

You listen close as you wonder
Where it is coming from?

You keep your distance as you soon see
A tall white mare with a flowing mane
Standing there as not a single drop
Falls on her coat of pure heavenly white

She stands as if waiting
Should you go?

You think as you walk to her
She must be lost

You stroke her mane as she lets you get on
She takes you to places you only dreamed of

As you look at the world below
You watch the raindrops that now look like dew

While you go back down you suddenly realize
She is a Pegasus are you lost in a dream?