Riding on a Raindrop
Riding on a raindrop, down I plop, drip drop,
hitching on a passing cloud puffed by wind and blow.
I wait to plunge with speed that’s madly
gripped by Earth’s relentless gravity’s
pull and tug which let me know
when’s time to jump, when’s time to go!
I leap! I pass resisting air! I speed like comets do with flair
provided now with spatial berth to rocket race to Mother Earth
and bring to animal, birds and bees a liquid love on which to feed,
and to the plants some needed friends; two hydrogen atoms and oxygen.
I crash with impact on a leaf. I bounce and tumble without grief
down to a face, fresh in the wind. I bring out wet a smile within.
My journey’s now almost complete, fulfilled I am, these epic feats
which lastly make one more demand, my final drip that feeds the land.