Rains Unchanging, the Eternal Cycle...

Trickles of rain
     racing down the windowpane
strange how a little water
     changes the perspective
like water through a sieve,
     the clouds take and give
but nothing on this earth would live
     without this eternal cycle
Remarkable and unstoppable, the give then take,
     when full, the clouds will break
and all thirst shall be slaked...
One can go forty days without food or so the story goes
    but a scant three days
is all it would take to return you to the Earth
     then the ninety percent of you would begin to dry
evaporate like a dream, rising in the sky
     perhaps that why it is they say He rose on the third day
dust seeking water to turn into clay
     perhaps that is how we are reborn after we die
in the rain that falls and the tears cried...