A Bucket of Raindrops

A bucket of raindrops sits outside my backdoor,
collecting its usual quotient.
The pail is overflowing, but wanting more
than the sky is willing to give.

A bucket of raindrops sits on the wooden porch,
housing the lucky winners that fell from the heavens
In the spiraling, right direction
and landed in the container.

A bucket of raindrops sits quietly,
holding its prize with joy
as the storm subsides, leaving in peace.
The animals and butterflies return with coy.

A bucket of raindrops sits with pride,
as the birds nervously come out of hiding
and reenter the skies,
coming over for a drink.

This rusty pail sits patiently,
by the abandoned house,
waiting for the next douse,
so it can quench the thirst of the birds.