Raindrop Poem by soren Barrett

Lightning's strobe through dark shrouds
Heralds with drums of thunder
A child born of the clouds
A creation of Aah and wonder

Its beginning marked by its, imminent end
In its descent, innocently unconcerned
Waltzing with the wind, its path does bend
Where it lands, yet to be learned

In the setting sun's last glow
The dimming light before the night
Reflects all the colors of a rainbow
That darkness soon will overwrite

Tlaloc's rattle plays a lullaby of death
Its song of demise on tin, or glass
On dry leaves its last breath
Falling on pavement, or parched grass

Some leave a small footprint
Some impacts give no sign at all
Others much more than a hint
Carving a cavernous canyon wall

Some bring life, others destruction
Where it eventually delivers
The remnants of its earthly corruption
Carried to the sea, by mighty rivers

Where in time
With the coming of the sun
It again will climb
To where it begun