The Raindrops of a Queen

The Rain Drops of a Queen

the rain drops fell
and fell again,
and fell again.
Each drop successful in its objective,
Filled with the sweetness of nectar,
Flowing like the Dunns to the falls.
Showering and cleansing and showering again,
The rhapsody and melody of a soulful rhythm,
Drumming through my torso.

I have tasted the raindrop as it danced on my tongue,
Soon to be followed by a cadre of compatriots,
Each presenting a flow of rainy juices unlike no other.
Quenching my unceasing thirst, I take it all.

Only to find that the fluidic flow is unceasing.
I attempt to swim the raging rivers by diving in ...
Into waters warmed by the loins of a queen,
Which quickly embraced the most fortunate of subjects.
I bask in the amazement of my good fortune and pleasure,
And wish the wonders of the world for that ravenous raindrop.