day twenty-three

Life of a Raindrop [for ak]
born under pressure and
chemical concentration, a
painful (but glorious) beginning.
unique, just like the other billions
birthed from one (single) cloud.
traveling, destination unsure,
but direction predestined by gravity
(which way to the Space Needle, sir?)
a lifetime, millennium of purpose
is found in the single (one), solitary,
unnoticed beat on a big, red umbrella.