A Raindrop Journey
My original origin is so hard to remember. Was it
high above the tallest skyscraper, the steepest
mountain top or the sharpest planes ascent?
Then again did I begin in the underground lakes
below?
Nevertheless my journey is a revolving one from
air, down to land or sea. And back again.
My form can go from liquid, to mist and to
frozen ice.
My date of birth could be dated back thousands
of years.
I can travel millions of miles over the earth.
I am singular in nature but prefer to join
the other drops in life.
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