Contained in a Raindrop...

A trickle of Rain,

Electrical Morn,

atoms displacing

raising the warmth from the Earth

as Molecules increase in speed

and suddenly,

nothing

 but the Wind that broought the storm

turned to Breeze...

No, now I think not;

perhaps it is the Breeze

is the Little Brother of the Wind,

always tagging along;

sometimes before,

to warn you of the coming Storm

at other times coming after

in almost Dionysian laughter,

singing praises to the Power, the Fury

of the Torrent, the Tumult,

the Thunderous Wonder...

 

Drop of Rain,

are you the same one

from yesterday, I wonder

I wonder from what part

of the Sky it is you came

and how long before

you in particular return

in the Circle of things,

just wondering;

don't you ever wonder

about such things;

silly rabbit,

Trix are for kids...
June 15, 2015