A burning match struggles
Against the gust of wind,
It's shifting unpredictable nature.

The water drops, so many
Borne and carried,
As if with purpose from heaven.

A single touch enough
No shelter nor cover
To brake the gusts
Thus saving it's little flame.

Doing only as it does
Knowing no other expression
Signaling as it erupts
Smoke rising, its own end

A purpose done.
Against the impossible.

This exactly fits my view of life
And living.