It fell with very little fanfare
Innocuous, and so very small
A mere spec that was barely wet
that first drop of rain to fall
It was conceived in a mother cloud
and birthed on a thirsty earth
It was the first of millions more
that will nourish the rivers and creeks
and soak the ground with needed relief
For scores of us real joy will come
when we feel that tiny rain drop
that landed softly on our tongue