If you were a raindrop,
How would it feel to be loosed from your prison’s cold storminess.
To land hard on the spoils of man,
Shattered into many smaller drops,
Separated from all that is familiar.
If you were a raindrop,
How would it feel to form yourself into a tear,
and slide uninhibited down a sheet of glass,
With human eyes watching.
How would it feel to meld completely with like forms,
In the most intimate of ways.
Would you feel the transformation from a single drop,
To a trickle,
To a river,
To an ocean.
Would you feel your transient-self becoming one with the earth.
Would you feel evaporation, and the journey back to the cloud.
Life giving,
Changed.
If you were a raindrop, how would it feel?
~ Roxy Whalley ~ – November 2009
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