A RAINDROP – written & spoken

A raindrop


A raindrop

I caught a raindrop before the shower came,

or maybe it caught me,

my cupped hand I held out, so to tell

if the storm was on it’s way.

It’s landing left only the slightest touch,

and in an eyelid flick of time, it ran,

capturing odd tiny rays of light as it

coursed around callous and crease on

the miniature palm etched map .

From how high had this perfect pearl

fallen, only to be delayed in completing

it’s mission by my unexpected hand.

Undaunted, it slipped over my skin

to the ground, disappearing into that

beneath, to refresh the first crocus

as it struggled to arrive in spring time.

10 thoughts on “A RAINDROP – written & spoken

  1. Nigel, this poem is so tactile you feel movement in every line. The rhythm and pace creates a feeling of watching the scene unfold in slow motion. Brilliant poetry.

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