PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

While the sun shone obscurely through the clouds

Upon those who beneath my window played

I saw it rained

They fell pounding on the ground

And one by one gave up their moisture

Soon there were puddles everywhere to be found

Whose glassy surface was broken

A hundred times over!

By the water drops crashing!

Leaving behind as a token

Rings expanding in a perfect circle

With nothing in the center but a ripple

Rings touching rings,

Leaving their mark as they vanish

Great is that one that touches many

Greater yet is the one that touches few

And leaves them shaken

To begin anew.