Teardrops, high in the sky,
beyond the distances our eyes comprehend.
They glisten in the sun as they swirl in the clouds
like ice being churned into rich cream,
but while picking up impurities,
join together, a raindrop.
The drop falls faster…

faster…

faster…
Skies darken, the drumming rhythm on tin roofs starts again,
Yet some were hindered on their path,
mighty winds carry them higher,
past the origin.
They continue to churn in the wind,
continue to join with each other.
something new is happening though,
they can feel it.
It’s much colder now,
as they stretch and freeze,
the weight of cold ice brings them down, the dust, extricated.
The ground rising beneath,
as the snow falls,
changing men’s hearts
as flakes touch the ground.
Melt,
disappear…