Droplets of Rain...

The smell of droplets of water
Sprinkled and showered on the dust,
The concrete
And the nature I thirst.

Drips of the precious pearls
Shine the sky beyond the clouds,
Rumbling their buckets and hurl
The showers of rain on the crowds.

Some with umbrellas;
Some with open arms
Closing their eyes
Embracing the droplet of charms.

I
On a single lane
With an umbrella underneath;
Drowning from the bottom up-
-Upside down,
Walk towards the stream
The droplets
The showers that gleam;
Becoming
One...
With each sprinkle
To reveal a world
Unique on it's own,
In a somewhat predictable world;
Hiding under their physical barrier
To prevent inspiration from dropping;
Even if sometimes sprinkling,
To reveal yet another world...
Much greater than a drop-

-And then four
Of tiny
(Translucent)
Yet reflective water droplets...