As it stains the ground, we feel it.

Wet against our grainy skin.

As we feel thirst, we drink it.

Quenching us from within.

Yet, when you see it on her face

Reflecting off those warm, brown eyes.

Creating puddles in front of you

You walk away in pure despise.

As it falls down his skin, dainty as can be

Falling to your hands as you begin to leave.

Evaporating as they go, tiny molecules of gas

Little droplets of emotion as they amass.

Simple things like these hold high importance

Whether we use it to live or show emotion.

As we work to make it available or told hold it in,

Each drop is it's own small ocean.

As I look down, I can taste the salt

Feeling it graze my skin as I embrace the sea

Slowly taking me in as it crashes upon the shore.

Or hearing the pitter-patter as it falls on the screen door

A commodity to some, necessary for all

We live with water as it continues to fall.

In us and with us, it stays moving

Just like the reflection you see and the liquid as it flows with fluidity.