Rain 02-02-24
Rain, the supple daggers that shatter upon a window,
sprinting down its slippery surface
racing towards the ground.
The individual drops turn and twist
spiraling, earthbound.
Teardrop diamonds cut gracefully through
the air falling,
falling into an array of brown, blue and black,
the world around them parting a path.
A red carpet to the land.
They dive headfirst, plummeting into foreign lands;
buildings, bricks and slate-tiles roofs.
A sense of nostalgia?
As if they'd been here before,
but they were not them
and we were not us.
In a solemn cloud crystalline droplets rejoice.
They tie a parachute of sunlight to their waists,
watch as the narrow ray is sliced
into ribbons, flowing across the horizon.
Between concrete pillars
and above the barren fields,
a melancholy beauty.
Under a scorching sun,
tiny molecules rise
doggedly chasing the blue above.
Few will reach a destination
and scarcer a meaningful one
but each promises life.
They have been here before
though everything was different,
and easier.
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