Today I am grateful for understanding the beauty of each raindrop.
as they fall on to the mountains, the rivers and the plains…
and how when all the raindrops come together…
they add their the beauty of the rain.
And I can only hope that one day we will al understand the beauty of each human
The beauty in the way each one of us is designed…
and how when all the humans come together
we add our beauty to humankind.
I see a raindrop
I see it fall
I see a raindrop
I see it splash
I see a raindrop
I see it become
part of a puddle
I see a puddle
I see it float
I see a puddle
I see it grow
I see a puddle
I see it become
part of a cloud
I see a cloud
I see it fly
I see a cloud
I see it move
I see a cloud
I see it become
part of a raindrop
Raindrop-
Little raindrop how long and far did you travel?
How long has it been since I last seen you again?
Have you been busy cleansing the earth and sharing your worth?
Or were you in a river or a lake taking a vacation or a long break?
What about that time you trickled down the mountain and splashed in a natural fountain?
Have you been back up there since or did you just turn to air and go elsewhere?
Remember your time in the ocean and how the waves just kept you going?
How about that time without trying you saved that plant and kept it from dying and remember that Old Oak tree?
Maybe you remember that time you completely washed over me?
What about that time you set my spirit free when I couldn't be?
How come you hang out with clouds of gloom is that a warning to them that the sun is coming out soon?
And what about those days kids wait for you to go away so they can come out and play?
Don't they know your there to wash their fears away?
Your trip is never done but your always willing to soak in.
Because your stronger than rocks and ride the wind.
How much longer and further will you travel till I see you again?
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RAINDROP DAY
Hands mottled, waves
at indigo Table Mountain
soft raindrops fill copper birdbath
full Winter not yet arrived
grey air meadows
liquid light filters atmosphere
an old woman struggles under
weight of stagnant memories
I smile with raindrops
as they manifest a dream drapery
no me, no my, no you, no yours
OmniLove misting me through
my own undying freedom
minuscule raindrop by raindrop
Who am I?
I'm that star in the sky
that remains
when all the other stars have run away
I'm the last raindrop
that dances on the rooftop
at the end of a stormy day
I'm that leaf that clings
to the tree
when the other leaves have accepted their fate
I'm the last second
of that minute of that hour
that urges the soul to wait
Who am I?
I'm that call
of the wild that renders
the roar of the lion into sacred art
I'm the last embrace
of the fleeting sun
before the day departs
I'm that note that resonates
with your soul
before the music has a chance to start
I'm the last melody
that trickles into your head
and demands the first payment from your heart
Who am I?
If you know
You know
Raindrops fall from gray sky
As amethyst tears from brown eyes
Images tattoos on mahogany minds
Neon signs of division so unkind
Dear ones when death comes for you
Remember only love will embrace who
Others have cast away with hard hearts
Pray for faith and light despite dark
I've spoken to a raindrop; It listened so intently in its special way
A life so blessed that I never want to end; my only wish is to stay
I've whispered to a raindrop; it offered me seclusion in its special way
Of my thoughts darkest collusion, a demon’s fire it would offer to slay
I've confided in a raindrop; It held onto my hand in its special way
Shared all my tears as they're hidden safely, my secrets discreetly stored away
I've divulged into a raindrop; it touched my salted cheeks in its special way
Special is the way, it asked me to walk with it, while it down poured for a day
I've disclosed into a raindrop; what my heart wouldn't dare in its special way
Next time I see the storm, I will listen, never leaking what it has to say
I've imparted to a raindrop; its value proposition is its special way
Within this budding liquid friendship our love is so much more fluid per se
I've lay bare into a raindrop; dysphoria concealed in a special way
So thankful, I am for all this rain, clouding another wonderful birthday
The cool raindrops wash over my lush flowers,
a warm gentle breeze caressing blooms and ferns;
the delicate rain, so needed to sustain,
there are Bell, Cone, Corn, and Sun flower towers.
With yellow, purple, pink, red and blue mingling,
oh, how the garden loves these tranquil showers;
fragrant petals of daisies, and violets,
I do not care if it rains hours, hours and hours.
This beautiful garden always for rain yearns,
so needed to sustain, the delicate rain;
in a silent garden one feels God's powers !
Small raindrops
pitter patter
against my window.
The sound the raindrops make
is nature’s soothing music,
a light shower lullaby.
No winds are howling,
so the raindrops fall softly,
almost like a glistening mist,
kissing the leaves on trees
and the lovely petaled faces
of my flowers.
I step out onto my deck
for a while,
enjoying the gentle song
of pitter patter.
Come, little raindrops.
Keep nourishing the plants
around my house.
I go back to my bedroom
and lay my head on my pillow
until the raindrop lullaby
lulls me to
a noon-time nap.
Charcoal cloud melts in the scorched sky,
summer drizzle descends serenading
with the fascinating flotilla in arid air.
The spectrum of the setting scarlet sun
sparkles in the slant splash of the raindrops,
soaking the singed malachite meadow,
pristine petrichor exudes in amber ambiance.
In the moistened crack of the desiccated soil
sprouts an olivine sapling after a long while,
spreads the tender emerald leaves,
cradling the unfurling buds,
swaying in breeze with the radiant raindrops,
turning into pearls, reflecting the rainbow hues.
The raindrops cascade in soft musical torrent
on the misty pane of my dripping window,
bring back the nostalgic joy of the lost youth
to morph into meandering rows
in the ballet of the waltzing rills.
I hear the silent symphony of melodic youth
in the rhythm of the raindrop dance.
Lonely Raindrop, only one chance to stir the waters
that collect and pool on the ground.
Diving in, he rebounds and dissipates,
conforming to all other drops that fell down.
If you've seen one raindrop, you've seen them all…
not a unique bunch of fellows, they.
A weary life reflected by the back drop
of black clouds and skies of gray.
When the air turns cold and life gets tough,
their white scars begin to show through…
That's when they can set themselves apart,
each one a unique,frozen flake of dew.
An insignificant mass, this collection of mist
especially when dancing alone…
…but when Raindrop dances with all his friends,
together they move mountains of stone.
Mother raindrop
She didn’t want the lunch I prepared
said she was on a diet, unhappy with her body
she is half of a watermelon
to keep my company
I wish she hadn’t stopped talking about
her discontent
I tried to enjoy my lunch, cauliflowers with
Cheese sauce, celery sticks with Roquefort
I had gone vegetarian to please her
Later, on the terrace, tending to my rose bush
it needed compost
I saw a big rain falling like a shiny sapphire
hit the terrace, burst open, and gave
birth to a million smaller drops
I scooped them up and fed my rosebush
It blushed and produced marron roses
Once there was a little girl tall and full of pain. The little girl was as bright as the sun but all she wanted was to fall like the rain. Pitter patter, drip drop. She wished to reach the sky and travel the world. She wished to cut through the clouds like she was wielding a sword. She wanted to travel, she wanted to be small and fly, she would think ‘why why why was i born so solid?’ Her body was riddled with pain, her smile was brave. To be water would be to fly fly away. To run through the forest and swim through the sea; to move with the wind and be so free. The circle of rain was to fall fast and to drift back up to the clouds; only to do it again and again and again. She would wonder, ‘could I see the sea? maybe the great lakes? drift with the clouds to the Mississippi river?’ Instead she was stuck here, on the ground, in her bed; too sick to move but small enough to reach for the sky and all she could say was ‘I wish I was a raindrop.’
Its rain and rain; and rain again..'
But are those politicans ready?
To thwart or stall? this great downfall'
Cause for weeks its been coming steady!
How we need a crew that will take issue
As with a plan-demic we knew
Proclaiming, one..' Raindrop (is one too many!)
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