Droplet That I Am
Droplet that I am
face down in the sand,
etched in each grain,
my soul ebbs, has depth.
Do you think it will rain?
Droplet that I am
wallow in water
with choking refrain.
I look up to ask,
Do you think it will rain?
Droplet that I am,
animals lap me.
On some I have lain—
then evaporate.
Do you think it will rain?
Droplet … can I drown
landing upside down?
Velvety I cruise
with nothing to lose.
Do you think it will rain?
Droplet, I’m exposed
to all things. Suppose
the beach is the best
for droplets to rest.
Do you think it will rain?
Don’t walk where I’ve lain
lest I’ve dropped in vain.
Thus, pray it won’t rain.
copyright 2007 Sandra S. Corona
Edwin
In Christs Love
Michelle~
Fee