The Rain Poem by Herman Hoyte

Down, Down, Down
The Rain
Falls, falls, falls
Peacefully drifting
Through the clouds
That are sifting
The droplets and the vapor apart.
Then, suddenly, it bursts
From it’s misty cocoon
Knowing nothing of hunger or thirst
Just born into this world
Just made by the Lord
Fresh from the womb of the sky
They soar and they fly
Watch the atmosphere go by
Wondering pondering
Philosophizing and prophesying
Inventing and contriving
Accomplishing much, despite their short lives
So in just minutes
The ground as their limit
They transform from naive to profound
But with the same blinding speed
That they learn and they build
Their small droplet lives are lived out
Sucked dry
With every inch surrendered to gravity
A day or a week is dissolved, like a cavity
At last when they’ve fallen
To within feet of the ground
They small wise droplets
Take one last look around
Then with a splash they vanish
Alas
They’re accomplishments
And theories washed far away
With each little plop
Of a fallen rain drop
Ages of History, Mystery, and Rhyme
Literature, Science,
Greatest works of our time
All washed away

Lost