There is rain falling. <br />I am one of them: <br />One of the many drops leaving imprints on the floor, <br />Slowly swallowed up... muddled and covered by a thousand more. <br />What is the point of my story? <br />Between two trees is a blank and dry spot, <br />As though inviting me to join it, and I do. <br />That is where I sit now as I write this, <br />Hoping to leave an imprint of my own.<br /><br />Benjamin Feliciano<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clumsy-little-raindrops/
