Raindrop

February 2026 | Vol. 70, No. 1
By Maya Rakoczy, PCOM OMS-II

What’s in a drop of rain?
The morning’s hopeful dew,
A peaceful Sunday drive,
A turf field misted through.

Storm clouds prophesy its falling,
Heavy and obscure,
Charged by lightning’s crackle,
A burden gone; a cure

When winds turn warm in springtime,
The raindrop quenches thirst,
But in the chill of wintertime,
It stifles what was nursed

And on the sad and dreary days,
It accompanies our tears,
So that we won’t be lonely,
Through our troubles and our fears,

It serves as a reminder,
To couples newly wed,
A call to take whatever may come,
And find a way ahead

Each raindrop’s been on Earth before,
It’s neither naïve nor new,                                         
And though we won’t see what it has,
It will see us through.