Rain

It’s Fall season. My favorite out of the four in the year. And the best part, for me, is when it rains. I love the smell of newly wet earth. I like hearing the sound of raindrops on the roof and the ground. There’s always at least a gentle wind that comes with rain, and it makes the leaves rustle just enough to make lovely music – especially at night. But for this poem, I looked at things from the raindrops’ point of view…

[caption id="attachment_6458" align="aligncenter" width="540"] Photo taken from Trinity Children's Home - a Philippine foundation to build a Children’s Castle Orphanage in the mountains of Cebu for abandoned and abused children.[/caption]

~ RAINDROPS ~

rain, rain, rain

falling without a sound

how did we look from up there

before you hit the ground
did we look like busy ants

going to and fro

or like schools of fishes

who don’t know where to go

did you see some of us

sleeping in the cold

while others stay wide awake

hoping to win some fool’s gold

did you notice the men

driving in fancy cars

passing by the children

whose hearts are full of scars

did you pass by the woman

whose hands are full from shopping

as another kneels at church

crying and praying

did you see what God sees

people with despair

what did you see up there

way up in the air