Raindrops

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for raindrops,
pesky on glasses,
risky on a white t-shirt,
frisky as they land with a splash
in roadside puddles.

Blessed are You
for the wideness of meaning
in a raindrop:
hope—the end of drought,
fear—a tropical storm,
irritation—picnic at the park,
boredom—long and rainy spring.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for the elegance of raindrops,
their tidy round wetness
highlighting beauty as they pause
on blades of grass, bluebird feathers,
rose petals, pine needles,
or dangle from the tiniest twig.
How do they hold on without fingers?