Origins of a rain drop…

My eyes look far away

From the stretch of the road at lay

To the splatter of each drop

Upon my dew laden window top

As each drop splatters

Springing out new patterns

I could see beyond the conquest

A beautiful sync manifest

Origins of each drop

My mind wonders for a while

As I go up the hilltop

Driving the extra mile

Looking around the blossoms

And the blooms of the autumn prism

Feeling the pleasures of the scents

Of fresh green grass on the ascents

I feel the gentle land

Of each drop on my hand

As I slightly drive aside

Along the lone stretch of ride

The impulse urge

The sudden purge

To step out then

Else I wouldn’t know when…

And when I did…

I graced my arms in greed…

To embrace the charms

That each drop carried

For a million years

I knew, a zillion tears

It must have helped recede…

The origin of each drop

I looked upon my cartop…

I looked upon the hilltop…

And then with a soft open of the lids

I looked upon the clouds that hid

I couldn’t see the drops that fell

Nor the doves that flew…

But I could see

A rainbow far away

And the feel of lovebirds

Near the river bay…

For that moment

I knew…

The origins of each rain drop

Aren’t the oceans

Nor the clouds

Aren’t the lands

Nor the mountains

But the fountain

That never ceases…

Of the inner heart…

Of the inner soul…