rain on the pond
sure looks like a happy reunion
each drop that hits the water
rebounds with a sparkling leap
so many excited to be back
and welcomed after a long journey
to where no one knows
and why – none seem to care
so much like Gramma’s eyes
when she’d open her front door
they’d first turn moist
and their reservoirs would fill
before joy would start jumping
out of
the invisible downpour