RAINDROPS ON MY TONGUE
I remember when I was young
Catching rain drops on my tongue
Though never enough to quench my thirst
The last drop was just as good as the first
The ones I missed always got me in the eye
Frustrated and determined, I’d give it another try
Mouth wide open and tongue sticking out
Squeezing my eyes shut to erase any doubt
I would get in a groove by standing in one spot
And finally started drinking cool rain, drop by drop
I would be soaking wet by the end of this game
that's about the time I'd hear mama call my name
