Each drop carries an ocean of rumors
Stories of deep ocean currents and mountain passes
Tales of caverns deep in the earth where time slumbered
Until pressure released a torrent
One drop remembers rivers
Another was a crystal snowflake
One drop sings of tears flowing
They remember the ascent into clouds
And the push of the jet stream
One drop was painted by a rainbow
Shimmering in the sky
While its neighbor tells of dripping intravenously
Into the arm of a dying man
Each drop has made this journey before
Countless times
Transmuting, in an endless cycle of becoming
Sometimes a passenger
Sometimes a carrier
Constantly flowing
Shapeshifting between states of unbecoming grace
Eternally fluid
Raindrops are immortal
Ubiquitous witnesses of our superficial passing
Each drop erodes our perception of reality
Cleansing us with the truth
David Trudel © 2013