Plump Truth

A srorie of rain-and the deeper meaning-

Each plump drop falls,
on the ground,
on the leave,
on your face,
slowly rolling down,
to plop with a loud, yet rarely herd, splat.

Each plump drop falls,
giving life,
destroying happiness,
rebirthing truth.

Each plump drop falls.

To important to ignore its destruction,
yet to unknown to be seen in beautiful light.

For each drop of life comes,
with a cloud.