rrodriguez

The Language of Rain

 

I see thousands of raindrops
each a crystal-clear tear
splitting into countless smaller drops
each finding its own way

They sway
changing direction
coating the green leaves
with tiny clinging beads

Slowly they summon the will to collide
merging into other droplets
that fall to the ground
thus joining countless others that have jumped
into a tiny stream threading through the earth

Some dance in the air
painting a rainbow
with a slanted spectrum of colors

Others drift toward the lake
tickling its surface
with their little fingers

The lake does not complain
the droplets quench its thirst

The flowers receive them with joy
and the earth opens its bosom
greedily absorbing the nourishing drops
to bring forth new life.