Recycle Rain

One by one they fall thumbling down from the sky they fall. Like bullets from a machine gun they come. With frightening speed they come. The ground they hit causing small craters in the earth. Then down they go sipping into the earth. Bathing in its nutrients and minerals. Diluting everything it comes into contact with. Then it stops. At the roots it stops. Then ascending they go. Up the stem of life they rise through its green mosaic they rise. Changing from the physical. To the unseen. Then up to the heavens the rise. And congregate in the clouds. The recyclee of rain drops.