Raindrops don’t lash down, they just drip

And like individuals, collect, as if a crowd

Some may even reflect a hint of rainbow

Various hues dressing their humble clarity

And in time, each evaporates into the air

Humidity being merely a modest memory

Droplets, each a tiny part of that rainfall

With molecular attraction playing its part

As for nature, often a welcome solution

And for us, just its transient inheritance

Clear beads reflecting returning sunlight

As a myriad of identities, soon forgotten

Just a collection

Yet fulfilling its function

Watering the earth

Howard Osborne is a UK citizen, retired. Published author of non-fiction reference book, scientific papers and poetry. Interests mainly creative writing (poetry, novel, short stories, songs and scripts), music and travel.