Little droplets falling from heaven –
divine blessings it offers with every touch;
merry verses it hums with the gentle breeze;
and, a million stories it shares –
with all who can sense that brief
hiatus time then takes.
One day songs will be sung; tales will be told –
of a silly girl who always paused
and looked up whenever time stood still.
(or was it that time stood still whenever she looked up?)
Will you stop
to her story; to her song –
about how the little droplets falling from heaven
always blessed her with a spring under her steps
as she rejoiced under the pouring sky?