she asked:
are there words
hiding in raindrops
waiting to be born..?

their life expectation
was really quite short
awaiting only
the swipe of
a windshield wiper..
Some special drops
her camera captured
in one of those
dissolving moments..

one small drop
glimmered with
a pure white light
others angled with
curved prism color..
white and colors
created
but soon destroyed
by those ever
persistent and ruthless  
blades..

this play of light
we might reflect
paints our portrait
on a canvas of glass
those colors with white
body and soul
together
life and death
so temporary
yet so significant..
because of awareness
our awareness makes
it so...