Journey of a Raindrop
You think your life's so rushed?
You've never been literally flushed,
or frozen and really crushed.
I've been through all a thousand times,
maybe more if you read between the lines.
My names 'Rob' and i'm a raindrop,
how my journey never seems to stop,
for each time I am let go,
as a hailstone or flake of snow,
I seem to know which way to go,
how to find a rivers flow.
From mountaintops up so high,
or sometimes a desert oh so dry,
even occasionally that tear from your eye,
the lives I lead as time goes by.
So much of what you see, depends on me,
and friends of mine, who taste so fine.
Rumours surrounding us are rife,
some say we even birthed life,
binding organic cells like husband and wife,
splicing genes with the creaters knife.
We are as alien as they come,
formed so far away from your sun,
oh the many ways we now run,
being in cocktails is such fun.
A typical journey for me would be,
generally one that begins at sea,
with the warmth and humidity,
thats what lifts and frees me,
and I drift wherever the wind breezes me,
across golden sands to exotic lands,
swelling clouds like poorly glands,
as our molecules hustle, you may hear thunder rustle,
a little flex of muscle, it's a friendly bustle.
But it's hard work to fly so high,
the pull from the ground really does try,
and beg me to drop, it's ever so dry,
like heavenly tears, please, please cry.
So please don't loudly grumble,
if you hear a cloudly rumble,
as raindrops start to tumble,
how would you like to fly 3months non-stop,
when you're so tired, could almost flop,
to hear everyone below say "please don't drop"
It's exhausting work, just being water,
my wifes often dropped, no-ones ever caught'er
But we fall to earth, a new re-birth,
landing upon a hill so tall,
roll down gently, listen for rivers call,
a lucky streak, if you find a creek
waters motorway, no path to seek,
carving through canyons so deep,
diving over waterfalls so steep,
or meandering with a silent creep.
Where the forks do meet we grow,
into a rushing river with busy flow.
You can watch us for hours, until beckoned,
but it changes every Neutro-Second,
have that thought you ever reckoned?
Maybe we all look the same to you?
Water's water, through and through,
but that rivers' constantly anew,
past you I quickly flew,
as we head back to the sea,
awaiting our next epic journey,
whenever the sky turns cloudy,
the weather seems to be gettin' rowdy,
after the days turned wet and gloomy,
can you see the rainbow through me?
Take a second to think of me,
all the beautiful sights I see,
it's not so bad when it's rainy!
Copyright © John-Ovan.P. Hull | Year Posted 2012
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