Water Cycle Poem by Elizabeth Shield

Raindrops pool in azure skies
Yellow boots now flying through
Sparkling drops lift off, take flight
To come to rest on emerald leaves
And view the rising of the night
Glowing in the setting sun
Breeze bobbing them like fireflies
They slither down to dot the pane
And at a glance appears like rain
But with dawns first kiss, its trail is clear
First winters frost has now been here
He leaves a snaking snowflake web
Across the cold clear glass