Maybe it was rain
Maybe the sweat of passing runners, exercising legs and bodies and minds and resolve
Maybe a sprinkling of water as a priest murmured a blessing
Maybe a drink was spilled, or expelled in an explosion of breath and moisture at something outrageous heard
Maybe my knees turned to water when I heard you say my name
Maybe the leaf is carrying the tears someone is unable to carry for themselves
Maybe that is what rain is anyway
Maybe