In the dance of the elements, so pure and true,
Raindrops descend, meeting earth’s awaiting hue.
Glisten and shimmer, as they fall with grace,
Breathing life into each and every space.

Puddles lay waiting, a mirror of the sky,
Holding onto memories of clouds passing by.
A collection of tears from the heavens above,
Reflecting the beauty of nature’s love.

A cycle of rebirth, a timeless flow,
From raindrop to puddle, both will grow.
Evaporating into the waiting air,
To return once more, a cycle beyond compare.

In this symphony of water’s endless song,
We witness the magic that has been here all along.
A process of continuation, a dance of revival,
Raindrops and puddles, a tale so vital.

‘Raindrops and puddles are both interesting in that they are both water, but one is falling and the other already has fallen. Raindrops collect and turn into puddles, and after a puddle evaporates, it collects in the air to turn into raindrops once a process of continuation and revitalization’