Rain, a diminutive meteorite composed of water;
each drop small but powerful like a hummingbird;
each drop like cold liquid sunshine.
Each drizzle, each pour, each shower, each trickle,
is free,
free as a bird.
Free to fly, free to land,
and free to choose its own path down the gloomy, grey, one street light lit lane.

Rain, like a sad melody.
Pounding down into the Earth, down deep in the soil
and into the twilight, giving it rhythim;
giving it a breath of illumination, and a taste of dawn.
Each small bounded drop of hydrogen dioxide
contains the power to wash away, to obliviate the grief
and the heartbreak on our planet,
and take it down on its never ending path
leaving a simple rainbow behind it.
Leaving a new place to start, a new day, and a new beginning.

Each night a mystery,
each story untold,
each memory forgotten,
each breath of freedom,
each taste of power,
is hidden behind
a diminutive meteorite composed of water dripping like a sad melody,
The rain.