Rain...

It showered...

It showered petals of pearl...

It showered on us...

The pearls trickled down -

When 'twas over,

Carrying your glory on -

As a much-thought afterthought.

Trickled it down

From the blessed - leaves

On to the soil,

The perfumed soil.

To carry the blessings on -

On to the mortals...

In cupped hands, flowers and leaves,

It collects – again

It flows in streams

Rivers and waterfalls,

And it collects and it flows -

...The ambrosia of Life;

It doesn't rest;

Does Life do?

Nay, it doesn't,

And its transparent pal

Reflects that to us;

That we may know -

Life it is...

Endless, boundless,

Going on and on, and on...