The Raindrops Poem by francisca simon

The rain came pouring in,
As I was sitting by the window-sill,
The drops, perched on the grill,
Turned my frown into a grin.

Out came the sun
And the drops, all sparkling and done,
Were having laughter and fun,
In their brief but glorious term;

Little by little, dropp by drop,
The drops vanished from the grill-tops,
The light that had nourished their crop
Was also responsible for drying their lot.

The frown replaced the grin,
Because the sun had been very mean
To have consumed the drops clean.
How can it then a life-giver be weened?

The sun gleamed in answer to my question:
'This is the lot of all creation,
The Power that incepts your illumination,
Will also be responsible for its extinction! '