Just a Drop


When you come as the rain on farmer’s field

We greet you with a smile of relief and hope

Your arrival the sustenance to our hard work


When you flail in the fury of driving storm

We curse you with tangible malice and hate

Fearful of the destruction you can leave behind


When you appear as the abundant and still lake

We frolic upon you and bask at your shores

Reveling in all you are and all you offer


When you fall as pristine flakes of snow

We watch in wonder of your beauty

Even when the beauty becomes a beast


In the views you obscure with blanketed fog

We must work harder to see things clearly

You the excuse for what we do not see


As flowing river rushing head long to the sea

We see strength that moves mountains

And carries all things to their rightful home


In vapor you adorn our skies with billow and cloud

A majestic and constantly changing tapestry

In which lovers find shapes and share secrets


Freezing attitudes harden you to the world

Your rigidity ever apparent in your icy state

Cast as an impediment to our safety and travel


When you stream down the face of the stricken

Your brine the necessary, visible carrier of pain

We find compassion and fight to make you vanish


We choose our admiration or annoyance

Based solely on how you appear in that moment

Though you always have and will always be just water


And no matter the external or internal that exists

We see others in the same wavering perception

Though they always have and will always be just people


23 Responses to “Just a Drop”
  1. Very well written! It’s amazing how something as simple as ‘water’ can shape our lives in so many ways! It made me think of running through the sprinkler and drinking almost hot water from the garden hose. Great memories!

  2. beth says:

    a perfect metaphor and I am a huge fan of water in all of its forms. (and people too, most of them)

  3. We flow, we rush, we are the power of the torrents…your poem is an analogy to our own beings as we metamorphose throughout life. Well written my friend.

  4. kristianw84 says:

    Beautifully and masterfully written. It’s all about perspective. Some of us complain about the rain, and others dance in it.

  5. jonicaggiano says:

    Such a lovely piece. Also how very true your words are. We find such amazing pleasure from the bodies of water where we go to enjoy the sun, sand and even romance and yet we complain when the weather if it is not to our liking. Great comparison to people as well. Sending hugs and love Brad. 🤗❤️🦋 Jonikins

  6. Jim Borden says:

    a wonderful tribute. reminds me of one of my favorite quotes:

    If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. – Loren Eiseley

  7. How water loathes to be imprisoned in my pipes and dancing to my schedule. How distraught I am when free spirited water violently breaks free of those pipes.

  8. petespringerauthor says:

    Too bad that humans aren’t as flexible as water. It changes all the time, yet too many of us are rigid in our thoughts and beliefs.

  9. Secret Bree says:

    BRAD! I just saw the Spillwords results! Oh congratulations!!!!!!!! This poem is also fantastic too 😉

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