Poem: It comes to me

It comes to me marching like an army of rain
Sometimes with stealth footfalls of dawn and dew
But it comes to me
Then, I’m at the bottom of the waterfall
Drenched, washed and one with the fountain
It comes to me and then it flows
And when it gets to you
I’m no longer the same.

©2010, Poem by Tee Akindele