Of the Rain

A small sketch composed in the aftermath of yesterday’s rainy day.

The raindrops kissed the earth fiercely, each choosing a different point at which to passionately disintegrate.  As millions of cold drops of water flung themselves from the sky, sent thence by their Creator, the raindrops’ collective end and resulting new life for their lovers created the loud pounding of a thousand hollow drums.  Each drop, committing moral, immortal suicide on pavement, dirt, grass, or sea, exulted with wild joy; each thus fulfilled one portion of their purpose, eternally carved for them in the moving Story of Creation.