Autobiography of a Rain Drop

I rose from the ocean,

Unseen by the naked eye,

Floated through the vast blue stretch,

With my herd, a white blanket in the sky.

Through days and nights we drifted,

Waiting for a moment from the ticking clock.

And when we had our moment,

We rushed down as a shower to the ground.

On and on, we dropped further down,

Far away from where we had started,

And onto the soil we landed,

But seeped further through the voids.

A tiny being, dormant in state,

Watched and waited till we reached,

And through its tail, I was absorbed into its green,

To now be a part of its living.



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