A Single Raindrop - a Magical Plop

One day whilst going out to play I felt a plop upon my head Oh what was that, I cried out loud Then spied the largest blackest cloud Maybe a warning of more to come As he flung a raindrop just for fun Or was he laughing; having a joke Intending to give me a jolly good soak Imagine my joy when combing my hair For this tiny wee raindrop was still hiding there Like a beautiful sphere; a boutonniere Secreted and safe she was inside her lair Translucent and fragile, cupped inside my palm I held her gently, so not to cause harm But sadly the raindrop she rolled on my floor And vanished completely; I saw her no more Cherishing memories of a single raindrop Still yearning to feel that magical plop As rain clouds appear and gather above I look to the sky sending kisses and love Written 14th November 2018 Competition entry for The Raindrop Sponsor Craig Cornish Standard Contest 160 Brian Strand 1st place