Raindrops

What of these raindrops?

They fall

and disappear.

To us, it is, but an instant;

But in that!

Lies,

their eternity;

Lies,

a nameless faith:

In falling,

and disappearing.

In the fabric

of their romance,

with the damp earth,

concrete, feathers,

and my skin,

I find:

Myself,

sewn within.