Being a Raindrop
I float through the air, amazed at how cool I am feeling
Landing on the top of an oak. She lets me slide through her trees.
I ooze under a couple of ants, who give me barely a glance.
I am from heaven, I want to say, but that might be arrogant.
So I keep oozing, without a word, silent, and steady.
Another raindrop splashes on my face. What the heck!
Now I do not know where I end and she begins. She smirks and laughs.
If there is one thing I do not like it is ….
Bam! We are assaulted with ten more raindrops.
What the heck! I had no idea this could happen.
CRACK! Zeus is driving a chariot through the sky apparently.
The sky gets dark. I am sloshed down the tree, landing on the ground.
Still unsure whether I am still me, or just a part of them.
I am Delaware, another raindrop tells me. She asks what has happened.
I have no idea. Even if I knew in another incarnation, I do not have words now.
I am a cold, wet, unhappy raindrop, oozing into a slithery mud puddle.
A fat ugly worm begins rolling into me. Making my day even less perfect.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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