Rainfall

I love to watch the rainfall.

Each drop gleams like a falling star when it passes through the light of the street lamp.

Every individual drop will serve its purpose and will serve it again.

The sound of a raindrop collapsing on a blade of grass is a note to a song you will never hear again.

A lover’s kiss is felt for every drop caressing my naked skin.

Nature baptizes me with her awe and splendor.

She is part of me, and I will one day return to her.

Then I’ll be a raindrop with a purpose.

I love to watch the rainfall.