RAINDROPS

Raindrops Streak across an unseen horizon Lonely creatures Mostly unrecognized Tickling the faces of eager children Splashing in puddles Clinging to a distant identity Tapping on closed windows Shaken from the coat of wet dogs Destined to fade Into the flow of a bubbling brook Be overwhelmed By the current of a rising river Splatter, bug like, against a windshield Nestle among the rose petals Awaken a parched countryside To a peek-a-boo rainbow sunrise …poems are like raindrops