Dance Of Rain Drops Poem by Cody O'Hara

Little drops of falling rain
Descending together, yet apart

At times conjoining, and others
Pulling away, a complicated dance

Marked with magnificent displays
With a finale of splashing puddles;

Each dropp its own being
Holding its own glimmer and shine

As it finds itself pulled too
And froo by the wind about it

Trying to trace a path
Of its own among the many;

The storm above crashes a tune
For the dancers to follow

And the electric glow
Accentuates the complex simplicity

Of which those taking part
Know not, and see not;

As their death, in all its
Awful wonder draws closer

They whisper the words unheard
And cry out woefully

What a world where rain drops
Dance so, living, dying