No sooner had I begun my daily walk than a slight breeze began to blow the brown, broken, brittle leaves around my feet.
I glanced up at the sky to see gray clouds forming, giving it a dismal look.
Suddenly, a chilly, misty rain began to fall, and I began to weep.
It’s raining harder now, but I’ve lost track of time and space.
The rain washed the teardrops from my eyes, then pushed them off my chin.
When I awakened, lying in bed, I remembered only the taste of salt.
I opened the curtains to see the morning dew.
I lifted the window, and the air smelled of salty water.
Perhaps it was all a dream.
No, I’m not delusional.
Am I a raindrop?
No, I’m almost positive I am a teardrop.
Ms. Vee
12-15-25
12:25 AM
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