Inside one raindrop the world changes.
Beginning as droplets on chipped windowsills
bringing their forgiveness, happiness, or sadness.
Not because the translucent angel tears
seep emotions out with the rain,
but because it is the rain.
Sunny days are beautiful, but the rain…
the rain reveals true feelings
while rainbows are proof of promise.
Such a beautiful thing in this world is
raindrops on soft and fragrant flower petals
the kind that only bloom for a week or two all year.
It’s a dream.
A dream that replays like a favorite black and white movie.
Maybe it’s a memory? And finally waking up is inevitable
while the sun of a new day beams down its glory.
It’s that one little raindrop filled with life…
that just disappears.
It evaporates into the air
or soaks its way into the stem of that flower.
Here it will forever live on and come back in memory.
Only on another rainy day
will I see that one raindrop,
and be chasing the lilac dream.