We're falling, gathering speed, only moments before being incarcerated in a heavenly grasp, land is racing up to meet us.
Impact, we fragment into a million molecules sparkling, glittering, dazzling in the right light.
In no time at all we've merged, from droplet to puddle, to complete surface saturation.
Still the rain falls, beating down the sound deafening.
Searching out crevices following the contours, exploiting weakness, we are strong now, and with every passing moment our strength grows.
Combining, merging, the sense that if this continues, nothing can stop us.
After all we are a force of nature.
© Alexis C Pond.