User:DonConquistador/Poetry/The Drop

The Drop

everywhere I look I see the rain alas the rain is all taken the rain has been scooped up never to be mine I caught the rain once only to drop it again I hold my bucket under the sky I see a perfect drop coming my way the drop I cannot predict the drop I cannot have the drop cannot be mine for the drop has already been claimed the drop shimmers in all its beauty the drop falls off my head and rolls onto the ground the drop I could catch but the drop is not mine to hold I watch the drop roll down my shirt onto the ground away DonConquistador 23:32, 18 January 2006 (UTC)