Tuesday, 4 October 2011

Raindrop

Raindrop

Falling, falling, falling,
Tumbling to the ground
I am perfect, crystal clear
I come from the sky
From stormy clouds
A child looks at me
She smiles at my purity
I fall towards her
Dancing through the air
Light playing through me
I alight on her face
Shattering a thousand times
She laughs, I bring her great joy
I fall to the ground
Joining my kin
Lost in a torrent of water.


Elanor Buchanan

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