When Rain Falls In
Love
The first drop of
rain kisses the pavement,
more starts to
trickle down to earth.
drip, drop.
The water drops all
boundaries,
lets the walls down
so it can fall
in love
with the pavement,
in love
with the blades of
grass too.
It wants to be
soaked up
by the summer soil
that needs it
because the rain
needs the soil too.
pitter, patter.
The raindrops
collide
on life’s railing
that I hold on to.
But the rain knows
not to clutch
on to the clouds.
They let themselves
fall freely in love with the ground.
*Published in Emporia State University student literary journal Quivira 2013
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