Fallen Rain

I'm walking through fallen leaves,
Watching them float peacefully on miniature oceans
A drop that falls, playfully drowns one
Like children in a pool,
While the leaf retorts, and splashes
The heavens it can reach.
I realize that my image is rippled now
But I smile to think that something so small
Can have such a strong impact
Something sends a shiver down my spine
It's not the cold wind, but the warm skin to blame
And my attention is no longer on playful pairs
As we walk through the fallen leaves.

Sreedevi.