When It Rains

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