The Walk

The first drop hits my nose
The sidewalk sprouts spots
I look up to the sky
The emancipated clouds pour down with fervor
The walk becomes cheerful as I am slowly soaked to the skin
The waterfall from the sky
Hides the sun and brightens my day
I look around
The plants droop with drops
Leaves are pummeled with freefalling ambrosia from the heavens
It is simple to lose the self
It is peaceful and quiet

Yet it will not last
The flow will slow
The clouds will seal their lips
They will relinquish victory to the sun
The world will dry out
The worms will dry on the sidewalk
The grass will die in the heat
Existence will cease without that burst of life from the sky
And the people will be glad to see the sun

The last drop falls at my feet I keep walking