A Drop of Water
A Drop of Water
I look up into the deep sky
And the clouds as purple as a bruise
growl at the dry, crumbling earth
with condescending looks
they know that it yearns for the nourishment they carry
in their bloated bellies
I inhale the damp air
twirling and grinning
as if I can see
the hesitant drops
bracing themselves for the free fall
And the first drop hits
the very tip-top of my nose
I laugh
because I can hear the thirsty soil slurping
up the water in its agitation
to sate its parched throat
The tiger lilies behave a bit more civilly
they sip the refreshment daintily
gathering the gentle drops
in a necklace of crystal beads
ever so prettily
they bask in the warm shower
savoring the clean liquid flowing through them
Proud pines fill up their wooden mugs
with the clouds’ precious gift
letting the stream trickle down their sides
but they remain unbending
too full of hubris to admit their gratitude
though they stare up at the sky with unspoken respect
Me, I just stand perfectly still
breathing in wet grass and proud pines and refined tiger lilies
feeling the water streak through my hair
and listening raptly to the symphony
of the tap dancing rain
playing across the weather-beaten pavement
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