Raindrop
I
wat
ch the
rain fall
, full of wo
nder as each
drop crashes a
gainst the ground
and is no more. Th
e long, curvy teardro
p shape is lost as it spl
atters and dies, joining
its brothers and sisters. It
is no longer rain now, bu
t water soaking the earth
, wetting the garden, spot
ting my eyeglasses, and
making my sneakers
go ‘squish’ when
ever I take a
step.
Copyright © Sara Etgen-Baker | Year Posted 2024
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