When rain pelts, pours incessantly for days,
streets swell with splashing puddles, running streams.
A temptation to sleep-away the day
afflicts a blue, pampered, preening psyche.
Under microscope-lens water reveals
fifty million morphing, dancing patterns;
they descend about our ears like droll tears,
each drop containing myriad marvels.
These window drummers whisper history
of slow molecular evolution
about which we are blindly ignorant,
yet we imbibe some of that legacy
at faucet, or in the drenched sensation
of showering in lucent refreshment.