Untitled Free Verse

Untitled Free Verse

There was a final cry heard and then the sky turned dark.
A drop of rain fell and the Earth soaked it up like a thirsty child.
Another drop falling through an atmosphere and landing on terra firma
leaving no sign of its existence but a brief thirst quenching for a parched planet
transcending a process of excess for a singular direction only to find a recirculation
unlike the humans stepping over and under on their march through their own journeys
simply waiting to rise again.