YOU ARE READING Poetry: Raindrops Poetry #orange Poetry: Raindrops 85 2 1 by Neaners by Neaners Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story A raindrop falls upon my cheek, Not from the sky, But from me. Nothing can compare to the, Sadness and the missery, That you've brought me day and night. And every fight is like a slap, That scars my cheek, Where raindrops lap.