with nowhere to go,
managed to find
a place to call home.
It took a brave leap
through the gray skies
to be with its brothers,
yet we met with surprise...
A landing so soft,
one surely can't deny,
how strange this home felt,
plenty wet and awry.
It fell in my eye!
Oh geez, oh my!
How in the world
did it fall in my eye!
Of all the great luck
mixed with patterns of time,
the rhythms of life
and space had aligned
To bring this raindrop,
so close to my soul,
into the window
perched above my wet nose.
I stopped and I wondered,
'Is this friend or foe?
Of all the chances,
how did it know?
To miss leaves and branches,
and flee from birds' wings,
to swoop under my hoodie
and dodge wayward winds.'
It fell in my eye!
I'm blind! I'm blind!!
How in the world
did it fall in my eye!Maybe it knew,
how to capture my light,
it steered its clear body
and blurred my poor sight.
I blinked and I shuddered,
laughing at the queer scene,
with heaven's streams aflutter
-- what could all this mean?
There I stayed standing,
orange postman below,
with no time to waste,
always on the go.
Blinking and tripping,
over rocks, twigs and parcels,
a little off-balanced
because of the satchel.
It fell in my eye!
I'm OK now, I'm fine,
but how in the world
did it fall in my eye?but how in the world
With mail to deliver,
body as wet as can be,
I had to keep moving
in soggy harmony.
I took the soaked bundles
of bills and magazines
and shook my head free
of its glistening sheen.
I cradled the drenched baby
in the crook of my arm,
picked up the packages
and I found no harm.
The raindrop and I,
a funny pair we could be,
shared a laugh as we skipped,
back to life blissfully!
