Rain drops falling on my face,
Cooling my inner self,
Watching you hit the water,
Sending out circles like an SOS.
Where did you come from?
Where have you been?
Perhaps from oceans and streams,
Or the tears from those morning the dead.
How far have you traveled,
To refresh this dreary place?
The cycle of you brings life,
Reviving those in the race.
You’re the dew in the valley,
The snow on the mountain top,
I want to taste your history,
With each and every drop.
Uttering from Jenn's Pen 