Mizzles of Scotch Mist

Eyes of God
Deluging from the skies
Gracefully, rolling over the hills
Spotting their new residence
Dampening the soil
Sprinkling the torrents
Suddenly
The flurry gusted its own spasm
Disappearing among themselves
Losing everything,
Whatever they had
A drop in the water of all drops-
Eminent and prominent.