A RAINDROP

I. A raindrop fell from the sky at dawn, Like the sighing breath of a wandering song, It dances through air, in glees drawn, A fleeting life where it belongs.

II. To meet the face of the ancient soil, It clings to petals, so soft and bright, A gentle balm for the fierce toil, Whispers of warmth in the crisp night.

III. For life’s a cycle, each drop a thread, Weaving through the fabric of all that’s green, And now where the blossoms bloom, it’s fed, A drop of love yet so unseen.

IV. So journey on, dear raindrop bold, For in each tumble you sing your song, In nature’s chorus, you fit the mold, A sonnet played, all the while you throng!

• John Gibson Lockhart