Rain

Watch the rain fall from its heavenly resting place, down to the earth.

Drop after drop it plummets to soak the dry, weary land.

Does the sky miss the rain after it falls?

Or does the rain, after its falling, miss its home in the sky?

The sky where the drops were formed,

Where they danced among the clouds.

Where drop by drop created a reservoir waiting to be poured out.

Waiting to fall

Waiting to fulfill their purpose

waiting to see where their new home will be

Their time comes, the sky is alive with a symphony of sound that resonates through everything below, it marks the coming of the rain.

And so it comes.

It makes its home in the ground, replenishing, saturating, giving.

Giving until there is almost nothing left of the drop.

In that moment the drop misses the sky, longs for its home.

Wishes it wasn't all alone

Wishing it could dance among the clouds

But it can't.

There is a greater purpose for the drop

To help give life and, for a time, learn to be alone.