“The Rain Drops of Yesterday” by Lance Laub


Upon a drowsy awakening one February morn,

A soft blanket of cloud rolled across the heavens.

The dark giants cast their shadowy hue

Over the expanding oak-covered hills.

They watch and wait in the firmament above

Until that hour draws them to sprinkle

The rejuvenating showers of life and

Water the seeds of Spring.

The Raindrops of yesterday

Make beautiful the world today.