The Drop

A huge dark could thundering,
Overhead, I see,
Filling up the space with its roar,
Shaking the inner me.

From the grasp of the big one,
A tiny drop squeezes out,
Elated and joyous,
Excitement filling in throughout.

So it starts its journey,
Falling aimlessly through the sky,
Shivering with ignorance,
Wishing its family a goodbye.

But it carries on,
Increasing its pace every inch,
Trying to meet its goal,
The victory it wants to clinch.

Alas, it reaches,
To where it had been predestined,
The earth was what it had once craved for,
With mud, it intertwined.

With or without effort,
It has received its gift,
To belong where it belongs,
Evading the drift.