Rain On Grass © Poem by Roann Mendriq

How utterly mystifying,
That a tiny blade of grass;
Can hold a falling raindrop,
Like a little bit of glass.

Though wind and storm wreck havoc,
That raindrop will still hold on;
Blowing with the bending grass,
Though darkness until dawn.

And when it's time to fall to earth,
It will gently just let go;
On the spot on which it falls,
A new blade of grass will grow.

Big lessons from such pitter-patter,
It's the little things that really matter.