Rain falls
It hits the ground
Joins its friends to form a puddle
The puddle drains
Eventually a river
Sweeps it away
Towards a vast and shifting ocean
To call a home
But the sky always finds the drop
And lifts it up
With wind and the force of nature
A small cloud soars
Building itself ever bigger
Until the sky
Dark and grey and full and bursting
Descends again
And the adventure of the drop
Begins once more
Beautiful and perpetual
Always the same
Always incredibly different
The drop plummets
Rain falls