The Rain Fell…

The Rain Fell…


Not possible…
it was once my thought, too.

the pools of drops rose
from the earth.

The flowers
dipped taking in the 
ascent of dew.

one after another
climbed an invisible

I knew not their reach—
I simply beheld
their flight
—a grand balloon
—soaring drops
—vapor vessels
beholden to nothing

yet, appearing
as if puppets
dangled by a string

Up, Up, Up.

I stood a long while
drenched in disbelief.

I woke
dry as could be.

Was it a dream?

The rain falling upward?

I’ll never tell.



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