Rainfall
Separately, the raindrops fall
yet direction, same,
all feel the pull
Crashing to earth
to spatter, or remain,
to pool in small lakes
or gurgle down drains
To wash away clean
my idle day dream,
to disperse nearby scenes
as, all about, people flee
Sheltering ‘neath brollies,
newspapers or bags
both prepared and unwary
run like water through cracks
And I’m left there alone,
the last trace of what’s been
I breathe in deeply the newness,
and I wander, serene.