Catch a raindrop and hold it close
Don't let it fall anymore
In the palm of your hand
Not withdrawn
Not slipping a w a y
But growing bolder
Into something greater
It had tasted freedom
When it left the golden castle
On that cloud
Down
Down
Down
It went into lands and airs unknown
Through time in greatest fashion
It went
It lived
It knew
Beautiful journey
Beautiful course
Beautiful aim and winning game
Mother and Father looked with pride
Droplet no longer by their loving side
The hand that caught was
Ready and waiting
Never leaving
Never abating
Joyfully holding
The sky's loving tear
That dropped all that way
So graciously and dear
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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This is such a tender and uplifting piece! A raindrop’s journey turned into a metaphor for growth, love, and purpose—beautifully told. Feels like a gentle embrace in poetry form! ✨