A RAINY AFTERNOON
They fall….and fall…and fall…
Silver drops…tiny drops…
But…so many…
They plummet from the high above…from..
Clouds that gave them birth…
They fall and fall and fall
Through the day…
Through the night…
Intent on their purpose…to wet the Earth…to nourish the soil…to bring it to life…
So that flowers may flourish in the Spring…But, for now, the colored blossoms must wait, their fragrance held back…for…a tomorrow to come..
Today, there is time only for….Rain…
And its many, many drops…
That fall and fall and fall….