Rainy Morning Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Enjoying this rainy morning here in Phoenix, Arizona,
watching as drops fall to the ground and splatter while
going down the freeway.

Watching them flow up the windshield, because of the
wind from the speed of the vehicle, so many things
these little drops of water can do.

Falling to earth, creating pools and puddles of water
after completely disappearing within them, even if
cupping our hands to capture it before hitting puddles.

Not a drop can be discerned from all others, mysterious
occurrence much like that of snow where each flake is
unique, but once on the ground it cannot be detected.

None of them can be distinguished from any others, they
are delicately and sublimely beautiful, touching the
minds and hearts of all who watch this phenomenon.