SECRET WATER

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