One drop from the dark, forboding sky,
An impact that ruptures the silent morning,
Many follow, many fall,
A drop becomes a trickle,
The soil is etched a different pattern,
More raindrops,
More trickling formations,
They join together and strengthen,
Like a chord of three strands,
Now a steady force,
The drop is one with many of its kin,
A declination and faster it moves,
Miniature rivers surge along unceasingly,
Torrents, flowing to the great reunion,
Rushing...rushing, almost there,
The river, blessed union with millions,
Just a drop,
Just a drop.