Like tears from angels,
rain drops fall against the
sill. Each one is a wish,
unrealized and unfulfilled.
Slowly gaining momentum
as other wishes speed their
haste and gravity has it's say.
Puddling as they reach their
destination, and a pool of hope
forming in their place.
I am but an observer lost in
their grace as they dance downward
in embrace. With the wind, with each
other, finally with the earth
and their destination.
Purpose and dreams fulfilled,
restful bliss within the glistening
beauty and serene song they sing.
