Summer Rain Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Loving the rain, especially in summertime, it
seems so much lighter, resonating with my being
on a different level than any other time of the
year.

Watching the sky for raindrops to appear, wondering
at the same time, if they have properties like those
of snowflakes, where no two are alike.

Are raindrops as individual as that? Do they have
patterns within their essence or designs made from
rain water?

When falling, they look like droplets of glass to
my eyes, but I never hear them break when they hit
the ground and sidewalk all around me.