Raindrops are falling,
Way across town.
Soaking the ground,
And washing the smell,
Of disdain off the earth.
Each drop a constant reminder,
That every thought, memory,
Or routine,
Can be washed away,
And born again,
New.
Fluidity in every course,
Or path,
Of each individual drop,
Intrigues me.
Tracing it's way through the sky,
On it's fall,
To imminent death,
Once it reaches its destination.
Oh, what a rainy day.
