Raindrops
So simple
Creation's reflective minuscule
Gathering force at will
Sprinkling nourishment
Sharing its cleansing
Wanting 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
So faultless
Its guilt
While we admonish its presence
When spotting our car washes
Spoiling our vacation weekends
Plummeting our gardens
We ignore its due respect
Perhaps...
Embracing the small creature-less life
Might enable this E. T. of Nature's family
Dreaming only of making our lives better
A supportive existence among
Its dedicated landscape
Still
We argue its overwhelming presence
Even as its ancestors of Arctic and Antarctic
Plead for genealogical respect
We continue to deny its nemesis
Man's natural self-destruction
Trying to hide behind inept rationale
For some
So easy to deny
For all
Impossible to avoid
Raindrops
As I started to read I remember Miss America, she was only Miss New Jersey when performing for us at the University, a distraction from author Alex Haley's main address, Suzette Charles sang Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head in a way that sent chills down my spine. Like raindrops pitter pattering on a puddle or on a tin roof, there's something magical about the feeling.
Ron