I am a raindrop.
One-drop part of a greater storm.
Surrounded by thousands of others all making our way towards the same end.
We continue to fall aimlessly towards the ground.
We are all trying to find our way as we tumble in there air.
Some of use might get blown of course by a strong gust.
Others may burst in the air as thunder cracks over head.
As I fall, I feel worried that I can never find my path.
Will I get blown of course?
Will I ever make it to the ground?
And what could await me there?
When I hit the ground will true happiness await?
Will all my goals be achieved; will everything fall into place?
Or does death await me.
Possibly the destruction of my self is to come.
It is no doubt when I crash into the earth that I will splatter.
Is it my fears exploding?
Or is it actually me, the very essence of myself that will burst.
Either way when I hit the world,
I know that I will replenish it.
Bringing life into something new.
As a rain drop it’s my duty, right?
Its what I was made for.
As I continue to plummet towards the hard surface of the globe.
I look up to the thundery gray sky,
And I wonder what awaits me at the end.
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