Droplets of letters of justice

You matter.

Not in a pastel poster sort of way. Not in a science teacher’s dad-joke shirt sort of way.

In a rain drop sort of way.

The rain drops don’t need to be there

Not all of them

For it to be raining.

If that one yes that one right there, if it disappeared, it would still be raining,

Right?

enough rain drops decide they won’t show up,

Though,

Then you’ve got mist

Then you’ve got a watercolor gray sky

Dotted with birds flying south.

The rain drops

Have to be there

To have rain.

The rains not about each raindrop

It’s about what they do together when they’re all

F

      A

  L      L

I

          N

   G

And the letters don’t matter

Till they make words

We don’t matter

But we do.

Every rain drops every letter every sign held word of justice smile across a classroom of empty eyes 

Every nod in yes I get you every hand squeezed every bridge built between me and the girl to my left

Even though she might not think the same

Every one

Every action we take

It’s a drop in the puddle

Every inaction a drop that will never fall

Be droplets of water not because one drop will command attention but because rain will make people notice 

And floods will make them reach out their hands.