The Rain Drop

                               The  wind's soft breeze tilted the sun scorched grass

A  half wither 

A half  folding 

A half dead dried up mote

Bends to the side

A spec of water  particle falls  from  the sky

Bury it below a  turf

And the black  sky -  that  begins to cough

Cloud  after cloud  after  cloud 

Of space weary cold- forms particles

Then no  more

It shutters into millions of teary drops

I look up and  know  the  weight is  shared