A raindrop glides its way down, from the
Base of the leaf, all the way
Down to the tip. It hangs on for dear life,
But the situation is inevitable.
The leaf lets it go, dropping the drop
Down to earth, regretting the decision
To break the trust they formed with each other.
The drop braces itself for impact.
It crashes into the sidewalk, breaking form,
Expanding and spreading,
Creating a pool for ants to drown in.
The drop lies here, alone and lonely,
Occasionally inviting more drops from the tree,
Until the sun dries and absorbs its life,
And it evaporates into nothingness.