If I Were a Rain Drop

This poem was written circa 1975. I’d forgotten all about it until my mother called me and told me she wanted to read to me a poem written by a 9-year old girl. When she was done, she asked me if I remembered it. I said it sounded familiar … maybe I’d read it on the Internet. That’s when she told me I was the 9-year old girl!

If I were a rain drop:
I’d turn into vapor,
and go back to the trees
to help them make paper!

If I were a raindrop
I’d turn around and around
and then I’d turn and face the ground.