Rain in a cup

I collected the rain in a cup.

It was never easy. Most of the time,

the drops missed their mark entirely.

Tiny sprouts chewed up from the

spots where the rain would

fall instead. I lost track of how

long this went on.

Slowly, this act had woven

itself perfectly with the process

of my life. Even when the cup was full

and I went back home.

This collecting of rain. My life.