Listen To The Rain

Rain,
Whispers secrets,
Quietly,
Almost silently,
As it falls to the ground.

All you hear,
Is the quiet plop,
As it splatters on the ground,
Its secret gone.

Flowing down the drain,
Soaking into roots,
Spreading into a pond,
A lake,
A creek,
An ocean,
Your pool,
Now one secret in a million.


No one knows the secret,
That raindrop held,
For it is now one drop in a sea,
Its secret unheard.

What has that single drop of water seen?
Has it seen the dinosaurs?
Did it soak the back of a Saber Tooth cat?
Did a cave man stand beneath it?
Did George Washington battle under that drop?
Did it wet the head of Hitler?
Cry as the Towers fell?
Mourn the troops of the many wars of the lands?

Who knows what secrets that drop has seen.
What fears, what joy,
For that drop,
As it fell to Earth,
Has seen the good and the bad,
The sad and the horrid,
The happy and the joyous,
That one little drop,
So insignificant,
So often ignored,
Has seen the world a million times over.

From the dawn of time,
To yesterday,
Or last week,
That one drop of rain,
Has seen the Earth in all her glory.

It knows what happened to the dinosaurs,
To the Mayans,
Whether Aliens have walked here,
It knows every mystery the Earth holds,
Every secret the fickle Earth hides,
That which we try desperately to uncover.

We should just listen to the rain.