Fixation

The little rain drops,
That gently befell,
All over me-

I tried to hold them in,
Captured in my palm.

Leaking away,
The droplets fell,
All the way down-

Along my feet,
And the earth soaked it in.

Softened mud,
It pulled me in,
And pooled in, I stood-

How could the few droplets,
Shake my grounds, ruin my faith?

The rain lashed on,
No fury, no rage,
Yet, a constant pace-

And I stood, knee deep,
Soaked in the dampen soil.

Arms open,
The rain cleansing me off,
I waited, for the sun drops-

To rinse me off, warm my soul,
And wait for the solid mud to crack-

To let me free,
To let my anchor not waver,
To have my feet firm, on the ground...