Visiting my grandgirl’s class tomorrow. We are writing poems. While the class will write animal poems, I decided to write a poem as a raindrop.
I am a radiant raindrop.
I am as liquid as green tea.
Mizzling, frizzling, and drizzling all day.
Clouds carry me over the mountains from the ocean.
Marine mist.
© 2014 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved
Jone Rush MacCulloch 
I wish we could have some of that ‘marine mist’ too, Jone. Love the “Mizzling, frizzling, and drizzling”.