For Next Time

A little
tiny
droplet
builds
silently in
a cloud
high
above,
until it
becomes
powerless
to delay
her
any longer.
She seeps
through
the linings
of her
cotton-filled
fabric
home,
and spills
over
to begin
her
decent.

This is
where her
journey
begins
as she
increases
in speed
and races
to the
ground
below,
all the while,
gathering
friends along
the way,
and growing
in
size.

The moment
she reaches
her final
destination,
she looks
around
to see
her temporary
home,
and finds
herself
staring into
the
bluest eyes
she's ever
seen.

This isn't
her first
trip falling
from
the sky
for days
at a time,
wondering
where she
will end
up
next.
And today
she smiles
as she
sits on the tip
of a
fantastically
freckled
nose,
and
peers out
at the
world
through a
little boy's
eye
view.

She doesn't
have long
before
she'll be
wiped away
or
evaporated
into
thin air,
not even
a second
can be
wasted at a
moment
like
this.
So she
soaks up
the beauty of
what she
can see
and files
it away,
for the
next time
she
spills over
her
cotton-filled
fabric
home.

-Emily Crow