Just a Drop
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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
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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
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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
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When you fall as pristine flakes of snow
We watch in wonder of your beauty
Even when the beauty becomes a beast
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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
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As flowing river rushing head long to the sea
We see strength that moves mountains
And carries all things to their rightful home
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In vapor you adorn our skies with billow and cloud
A majestic and constantly changing tapestry
In which lovers find shapes and share secrets
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Freezing attitudes harden you to the world
Your rigidity ever apparent in your icy state
Cast as an impediment to our safety and travel
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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
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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
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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
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
Wonderful post
Thank you very much! Kind of you to say.
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!
Mmmm! Hose water is the best. Thanks, sis! Love you!
a perfect metaphor and I am a huge fan of water in all of its forms. (and people too, most of them)
Thank you, Beth! I knew you were a water baby!
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.
Thank you, Francisco! We have many different states, yet we are always exactly who we are. I appreciate you, my friend!
You’re very welcome my friend and I quite agree.
Beautifully and masterfully written. It’s all about perspective. Some of us complain about the rain, and others dance in it.
Like most things in life, it is all about what you make of it. Thank you for your kind words and continuous support, my dear friend!
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
Thank you, Jonikins! You are always so perceptive with my writing. Love and blessings to you!
You are so welcome my friend. Thank you for your love and hugs I could use them today. ❤️🤗🦋🥰 love Jonikins
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
Thanks, Jim! That is a great quote. Wish I had said that.
you did… 🙂
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.
Sounds like a love/hate relationship!
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.
There is a great lesson there, my friend. Thank you, Pete!
BRAD! I just saw the Spillwords results! Oh congratulations!!!!!!!! This poem is also fantastic too 😉
Thank you, Bree! I have not gotten an opportunity to post an announcement yet, but I am honored beyond words about it. All thanks to readers like you!