Little droplet

Little droplet 

from the clouds

You survived lashing and twisting of the winds 

You braved the claps of thunder and searing of lightning

To wet this little patch of parched earth

Little droplet

From the clouds

Did you catch a whiff

Of the smell of fear cooping us in our little holes?

Did you catch a glimpse of the minute swordsman laying waste to our arms, armaments and armies

As you sailed to wet this little patch of parched earth. 

Little droplets

From the cloud

Did you sense our confusion? 

Did you feel our desperation expressed in hollow prayers and hollower rituals

Were you aghast at the leaders hiding behind numbers and numbers hiding behind projections

As you bore down to wet this little patch of a parched earth. 

Little droplet 

From the cloud

Did you think our adversary will answer to shrapnel 

Or respond to questions from pressmen entrapping politicians in their lies?

Did you think to stop in your flight and listen to the drivel from a billion voices wondering what the babble will achieve,

As you quietly wept to wet this little patch of a parched earth. 

Little droplets 

From the cloud

Did you wonder why no one ran out to welcome you 

Why no one opened the gates?

Did you ask where we have all gone?

Did they not tell you how we scurry to build, to tear down and build again?

As you reached out to touch and wet this little patch of parched earth. 

Little droplet 

from the cloud

Will you drown our adversary? 

Will you dissolve him and separate him to his essence , molecule by molecule?

Or is he riding on your tail, reaching out with sinister humor to take the spaces we have vacated 

As your arrival wets this little patch of a parched earth. 

Little droplet

Little droplet from the clouds

Are you bearing a rainbow in a vial

Fairy dust in a fairy bag

That you will sprinkle on this little patch of parched earth

and wake up the seeds hiding beneath the manure?