The first raindrop of spring
I see as I peer up
It falls slowly.
I open my mouth to catch the drop,
But Mother says I mustn't,
So I close my mouth.
The raindrop is small, frail and fragile.
It couldn't do anything.
A drop? Yeah right.
But then my family is all outside
Gazing at the raindrop
Waiting for it
It nears me and my pale face as it descends rapidly
faster
and faster
and faster
and faster and
I long to see it come nearer to my body for me to touch
But still it falls away from me
Suddenly, I hear a crack, and the sky opens up
Millions of raindrops begin to fall
and we all gaze in awe.
Did that one minor raindrop start it all?
I will never know here.
But someday I will.
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Twohandsup: A Poetry Compilation
PuisiFrom stars to bad luck to sleepovers to spring showers and everything in between, @twohandsup's Poetry Compilation features a rich array of beautiful poems to make you laugh, cry, smile, and live life just a little bit better. Filled with twohandsup...
