Rain drops trickle down the siding,
Each one an orphan,
Rushing to find it's way home.
The sound of it all,
Streams,

disecting their way through the grass.

Determined.

Puddles,

fill the cracks in the old, broken down drive way.

Healing.

And the beauty of it all gives me a little hope,
Maybe we are all just rain drops or puddles,
Looking to fall peacefully into something broken,
something we can heal,
something we can make new again,

something.