What else was there to do on a raining day
I thought as the droplets came down
Performing their effortless ridum of a curtain dance
Swaying back and forth
Preceptively moving in and out of each other
as I counted each in turn
while mimicking their movements
almost in a trance like state
I zeroed in on a single droplet in its descention
while two forces moving in unison
as time paused
Where I could almost see the tear shape of the droplet
just before it exploded against your lips
You looked up at me we laughed
Enjoying this way to spend a day
Counting rain drops
- Sir Lawrence
