The Drop Poem by Gert Strydom

On a sunny day
a drop hanged on a cloud
when a thunderbolt unexpectedly lashed down
and for a moment it hesitated to fall
while it longed for the glistening glitter of a rainbow,
wavering wanted to wait for more moments

but nature went its way
as destiny does demand
when on fruitful earth it splattered
and suddenly its gloss was gone
but as a part of a beautiful flower
it did rise again

in the lifecycle of the creation
where things do come, go and are reborn.