Catch a raindrop and hold it close
Don't let it fall anymore
In the palm of your hand
Not withdrawn
Not slipping a w a y
But growing bolder
Into something greater
It had tasted freedom
When it left the golden castle
On that cloud
Down
Down
Down
It went into lands and airs unknown
Through time in greatest fashion
It went
It lived
It knew
Beautiful journey
Beautiful course
Beautiful aim and winning game
Mother and Father looked with pride
Droplet no longer by their loving side
The hand that caught was
Ready and waiting
Never leaving
Never abating
Joyfully holding
The sky's loving tear
That dropped all that way
So graciously and dear
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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