pitter patter.

the young child dances in the rain.
a turn of time,
and she blossoms.
a raindrop sweet on the petals of snow white tulips.
the glorious flower she is.
the rain starts to sing her song,
of heartfelt joy of puppy love,
and wrenching pain of dispair.
a turn of the eye,
and a mother emerges.
the rain continues to fall,
watering the little ones.
the soft rythm of raindrops on the window.
she rocks gently in her chair, a wizened lady,
full of grace gathered from her past days.
the rainfall of memories,
and she remembers rich roads and poor ones.
the rain is beautiful,
like the maturing of a bud,
full of promise unseen.
the rain is beautiful,
for God creates such pleasing things.