A silent cascade of raindrops tear
The darkness reaching loud and clear
Into our being sensed in soul
Seeing through the unseen whole

They splatter mildly against the grass
They collide swiftly with stone
They run astray on edges and lie
Unsteadily in their new home

To be swept away by the morning breeze
Rise back up to the clouds they please
Grow in content and deeply consume
Until the tender rainfall resumes