tiny particles hold hands,
becoming one
just before racing towards the earth
as fast as gravity demands
falling alongside
all the others, dreaming
of who or what they might touch
hoping to do great
big
things
seeking the mission they were created
and joined together for,
what they were sent down from the heavens to do
maybe they’ll feed
and make things grow
or relieve parched souls
or be an answer to prayers
or the start to joyful dancing
and then quickly, their journey is over
landing, gently on a nose
and cheeks
blending with the salty tears
so no one can see
the sadness
allowing for grace
and another day to hide behind the mask
so that no one knows
but the raindrops, who
gently kissed her tears away
I Might Need A Nap 