SECRET WATER
Early morning mist is now droplets on the window pane
The tearful face of condensation, a sadness it can’t feign
Up high it can hide in the clouds, then later fall as rain
The atmosphere has its many secrets, here or anywhere
That few of us will ever know by just breathing in the air
With the ripples in puddles reaching out to tell their tale
When spilt liquid dries, evaporating water leaves a stain
And it disappears into the void, invisibility to maintain
Then halfway around the world may even be seen again
It’s almost indestructible, no wonder that it doesn’t care
Strong bonded molecule, a solvent, as one is well aware
Yet assumes a different character, falling as snow or hail
Seen by some as a pity when it dribbles down the drain
But is resented when a downpour floods a country lane
Yet its surface meniscus is a force to challenge the brain
Hydrogen and oxygen are combustible gasses, so beware
A laboratory voltameter, designed to split apart that pair
But as pure water, so clear and cold when in glass or pail