A DROP

Constant,

The appearance and disappearance

The condensation and dissolution

From the sky above to the earth below

You go,

Bringing new hope

Meditative calm

and freshness to the weary world

No one,

Asks where you came from

or how your journey was

Steady

Your percussion on my windowsill

while the earth quietly listens

and the occasional bird coughs

Reminders

You spawn them constantly

with natural unblemished beauty

and your rhythmic hypnosis

Collecting

Quietly into pools of tomorrow

Brief intermission from human cacophony

Until the daily orchestra begins

Tears

On the green of leaves

Staying to inspire awe

Rolling off to inspire desire

Granted,

Your life is taken for

A duty of unflinching service

To wash away and make clean

Escape,

From your icy confines

shedding hard exterior

for gentle soft skin

Sudden,

Before you breathe you die

Splashed against a hurried cheek

That looks up at the cloudburst