From the wetted womb
of a season's mother
a raindrop bloomed
to a planet's whisper

As the eyes of the drop
glimpsed its world
foresaw the remorse
its life devoured

As the raindrop struck
the whispering grounds
shattered to droplets
a million around

The death of the drop
but certainly quenched
the thirst of a planet
from a martyr's lament