do you think
rain ever
worries
where it’s falling?

do you think
droplets
flex the linkage
of their molecular
bonds so they can
change direction?

so they land
on a child’s upturned
cheek

or burst
mingled with
honeysuckle nectar
rather than in
moldering
piles of
refuse?

my edge-shy heart hopes.

because
if raindrops can
shift direction can choose
new trajectories
after they leap,

maybe a deepening,
getting-to-know-herself
life explorer can too.