I peer in the mirror that the dewdrop
holds for the sky to coif its cotton crop.
My mind muffled and muddy, tries to stray
trying to tidy its thoughts on a tray.
I see a sea blue expanse of desert
with no white clouds when no wind tries to flirt.
Emotions, echo, ebb with emptiness
a tide, adrift with abandon, aimless.
I discover the drop threatens to fall
on the edge of its life; thin, green and small.
My memories flash in vivid waves, chime
they tug you from within, drown you in time.
I look up to see the black clouds whisper
when the drop trembles. Is that their thunder?
I shudder in darkness, did I daydream?
lost, I see the leaf sweat along the seam.
I feel the rain falling fast on my face
cool and warm and calm as it tries to trace.
Rains refresh the rust of reminiscing
those souvenir days in my mind, flashing.
I taste, not pure drops, but something salty?
didn’t the rain forget the salt with the sea?
Those, my tears of fear of forgetting
of the unkept promises we kept making.
I cry with the earth, while shedding some pain
i remember our hopes for heavy rain.
Dawdling on the days when the school was closed
excuses for lost umbrellas were forged.
I find myself lighter and forgiven
bathed in petrichor, scented with heaven.
These drops that soothe me listen and glisten
building rainbows in my eyes with the sun.
I notice raindrops, shine the leaf’s wither
while they catch and bounce and crash together.
The others, trying to softly whisper
on rainy days, we’ll be fine together.