"Come to Me"

floating up, evaporating
rising up while sublimating
in a cloud of water vapour
condensation coming later

falling raindrops splish and splatter
summer, winter doesn't matter
letting go with gravity
always calling 'come to me'

trickling down on rainy shingles
coalescing, each drop mingles
streams of water everywhere
flowing on without a care

rivers, canyons, waterfalls
tumbling, rumbling...ravens' calls
through the raindrops splish and splatter
in the forest where they chatter

summer, winter, autumn, spring
ravens talk but do not sing
calling always 'come to me'
to the ones they cannot see

streams of water everywhere
ravens unseen in the air
in the forest where they chatter
through the raindrops splish and splatter