How is it the raindrops are so driven?
They point themselves straight into the ground
while we find the feathery snowflakes wandering around...
they dip up to my window
and pause to wave hello
before lying gently down
in unexplored space below.
Scattering like leaves
they find a place to rest themselves as flying things will do
in a tapestry
ever shaping anew.
The rain will run to its lowest level
forming its puddles and ponds
but the snowflakes free
flit gleefully
with the air their riding on...
