Life’s Reflective Minuscule
by Odin Roark

So simple,
Creation's reflective miniscule,
Gathering force at will,
Sharing its cleansing,
Sprinkling nourishment,
Desiring only growth.

Such is the mission
Of Nature's most immaculate,
The raindrop,
Carrier of so many purposes.

Inculpable its essence,
Being not of calamitous desire,
Yet collected by forces undesired,
Often Tropical disturbance,
Or typhoons,
Hurricanes.

While we admonish its presence,
Water-spotting our car washes,
Spoiling our vacation weekends,
Plummeting our gardens,
We ignore its due respect.

Yet, so faultless its guilt.

Perhaps...

This miniscule nurturing,
That dreams only of making our lives better,
Deserves an embrace for its
Unqualified sharing upon
the planet’s landscape.

Still…

We argue its overwhelming presence,
Even as its ancestors of Arctic and Antarctic
Continue their plea for genealogical respect.

And yet…

We continue to deny its nemesis,
Man's natural self-destruction,
Trying to hide behind inept rationale.

For many,
So easy to respect.

For some,
So easy to deny.

For all,
Impossible to avoid.