A LITTLE DROP

The first drop of rain
when it touches you
like a petal
and then goes on and on
onto your lips
your palms
your nose
tenderly
stroking your hair
you try to
touch the dew
your fingertip
leaves an imprint
on the drop that
glides
and flows
into a see-through thread
that grows
between
the sky

you and a leaf
and yet the sun
always so bright
it dries you up
creates
the drops
while on your bare feet
you stand there
counting the little drops
on your hair
the little drops
drunk by your skin
the rest of them
the soil takes in
and all the seeds
hiding within
silence
is born in the green
turning a touch
into a tree