New Dew

She came like the dew on a drying sunflower and became its gloss

I wondered and thought if the flower needed the dew drop to skirt dying of thirst;

Or was it the tiny droplet that was destined not to be dissolved in dust

I got the answer with a thunderous cloudburst

...the downpouring with all its thrust

As I saw the children joyously do the rain-dance;

like the sunflower and the dew drop loving in a wondrous trance.