Poem: A Raindrop with my name on it…

It rained all morning,
now the eaves of the rusted roof
and the creaky window panes are all dusty–
the colour of camel humps.

The clouds are glorious now,
the air just a degree cooler
and I wonder if life could be any fuller
if my surroundings could be any clearer?

See, under the haphazard film of dust
there’s a tear of a raindrop
nervous, patient — a prayer,
like a chick left alone in the nest
awaiting a sign to take it’s first flight,
it almost dares the shadows below.

And I hold out my arms up towards it,
awaiting a miracle; a raindrop with my name on it…
and the day forever lingers.

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