Reflection

In the rain

Reflections come alive.

The light hits the earth once more

Me.

As I sit and watch the rain

My reflection grows in a nearby puddle.

What do I see?

Nothing. Nothing worth while.

Now the rain it has

Meaning

Purpose.

Not me.

As I watch…

So majestic

So soothing

So alive

Take another look at the puddle

Sad

Pathetic little girl.

It brings back memories

This small miracle

The puddle changes

A happy little girl

Sitting peacefully by her father’s side.

Another drop hits

My puddle.

A older slightly more mature

Girl looking up at the rain as it hits her face carelessly

Screaming “Why, Why”

Next drop

The same girl, not so little

Any more

Sitting in the soaked grass

Crying.

I remembered why she was in the rain

It would not look as if she was crying b

But just as the rain was caressing her face.

Now I sit and wonder

What future images will be seen

In puddles like this one

Maybe a woman happy once more

Or maybe a woman

Forever kept company by the rain

Only the rain.

The sweet miracle

Of rain.