When it rains

Written by: Emma Anonymous

Sometimes you can't tell it's raining
until you see the puddle
Drops floating, cascading down to earth
so seemingly subtle

But far from dainty are these drops 
displacers of dirt and dry 
Each shatters like a nuclear bomb
cast downward from the sky

The wreckage of which is washed away
absorbed into the ocean
The waves are drops fighting for life
drowned by undulate motion

Unable to resist polar attraction
In appearance, simple and small
This complex network of H and O
becomes bigger than us all