We are as raindrops from Heaven’s sky,
scattered o’er plains and mountains high,
to collect in pools of common need,
flow with fellow souls where they may lead.
Some never ask, but wonder why.
We are the tears the clouds must cry,
witnessing horrors as they drift by.
Impotent, unable to intercede,
we are as raindrops.
Once we are born, we are free to die,
fall to the ground where we will then lie.
To sleep among the grass and weed,
In groomed pavilions lined and treed.
Like water for a thirsty eye.
We are as raindrops.
M. Zane McClellan
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* Originally posted in 2014