The Rain Fell…

The Rain Fell…

Upward!

Not possible…
it was once my thought, too.

Today,
the pools of drops rose
from the earth.

The flowers
dipped taking in the 
ascent of dew.

Splashes
one after another
climbed an invisible
ladder.

I knew not their reach—
I simply beheld
their flight
—a grand balloon
launch
—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.