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The skies threatened
but only a single rain drop
fell, landing atop a large mountain
It felt worthless, the darkest skies,
a gloomy forecast,
for it was him…discarded,
tossed away from his home,
spit out by the mother cloud
He trickled down the side
through crevice and cracks,
“What difference does it make,
I’m nothing anyway” he sighed
Around twists and turns,
neath prickly shrubs, dodging thorns,
faster and faster he ran
sure now he was going to die
but who cares….
Unable to control his speed,
fear began to collect
the closer to the ground he got
This was it, the end,
he could see the earth
approaching rapidly,
“goodbye” he thought
“No one will miss me anyway,
I am a failure, good riddance”
But when he reached the bottom,
he splashed into a puddle
that was happy to see him,
for this lone drop of rain
would extend its life,
if only for a few moments more…
Someone will always want and need you....