Dearest Water-Droplet-on-the-Windshield

Dearest Water-Droplet-on-the-Windshield,  

 

Oh how you fall on my windshield.

Yet somehow form into a droplet

And have life once again

Like a phoenix

Not of fire, but of water

The wind, it forces you forward.

However it seems as if you move of your own will, your own spirit.

Determined to reach a vague destination.

Forward you move.

Some droplets form a line and stream through quickly,

Whilst others slowly inch forward.

A line of your friends seem to be racing to the top

But as the car slows down at the stop sign, they lose momentum and they

Fall

Fall

Fall

Flat.

Their efforts moot.

Though you, dearest droplet, you are not like the others.

You move forward slowly.

You coddiwomple along

Taking your time

Even after a long, treacherous journey from miles above.

You’ve come so far, dear droplet.

Others may become dreary when you and your droplet friends come for a visit

Don’t mind them

Just know that you inspire me.

You have been there for me

I have danced with you

Barefoot

Jumping in the puddles

Letting the rain splash my ankles.

The water soaks through my clothes

Cleansing me

Like Holy Water

I run through the water rushing down the sides of the street

I glide my feet upward to see how high the water will splash

Admiring how the huge drops that form into geometric circles

seem to fall in slow motion

My feet burn from scraping against the rough concrete

The occasional sharp stone juts out

This matters not, dearest droplet

The joy you brought me as a kid rushes back like water in a river.

Worries melt away

 

Others, they hide away in their homes

Not I

I jump at the opportunity to enjoy a good storm.

An evening with you

I rush outside like I’m 5, not 17

I love you for inviting me to come out to play

 

Even after the storm, dearest droplet, you leave your mark.

You leave your mark on the streets-

they become a parallel world, reflecting the trees and buildings and bursts of lights.

You leave your mark in our gardens-

the flowers perk up and the grass becomes greener.

The going away gift  that I enjoy most, however, is in the air-

petrichor

When I walk outside, the smell of earth after a storm surrounds me

I inhale your scent

I let it fill my lungs, my spirit, my will

And I move forward

 

With love,

Vali Hope

 

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