Raindrops

Raindrops

I turn my face to catch the raindrops
Spatter needle sharp on my skin,
To cleanse the sorrows clenching my heart
and ease the coming losses.

I touch with fragile fingers the shine of the raindrops
limp on a flower,  and gently breathe away
the raindrops as if to cleanse the sorrows
of my heart and ease the coming losses.

Margaret Patricia Parnell