Just a drop

I love the rain. Perhaps it’s just a freak thing about having grown up in the desert, but nothing energizes me more than rainfall. As I sit alone in my contemplation, with monsoon storms building around me, I can’t resist the urge to turn my attention toward the raindrop…

One solitary drop, making an amazing journey from the sky. As it soars through the air, completely vulnerable and exposed, its beauty glistens in whatever remaining light may be found. Hoping not to be part of a storm of destruction, but knowing only few can be part of a rainbow, this is perhaps the most thrilling time for all. Just when the possibilities seem endless, it smashes into the surface of reality and breaks into a million molecules.

Not to be swayed by the harshness of the land, the molecules penetrate in the most unobtrusive manner, until it’s safe to reunite and rebuild. The drop continues to travel through layers of dirt and around obstacles of rock, seeking to bond with others. At some point the drop finds the main stream and goes with the flow, but this state cannot contain it for long. It breaks apart to find its own path and searches for more. After moments of both unity and loneliness, the drop finally serves its ultimate purpose: to support life in the simplest form. Such a brief moment could easily be overlooked, but it has attained fulfillment of which has never been dreamed.

Upon finding true meaning for its existence, the drop disseminates into the atmosphere in anticipation of doing it all over again.

2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Mick Dalrymple on July 19, 2010 at 3:21 pm

    Very nice. I had some similar thoughts as it threatened to rain on Saturday. I figured if I went swimming, cleaned the pool and watered the plants, it was the only way to get it to lightening and rain, short of washing my car.

    It blustered (messing up the pool, of course) and tried to rain, but only about five drops managed the quest. I was thinking about how much effort those drops must have made against all odds….


  2. Posted by She Ra on July 23, 2010 at 12:54 am

    Oh, what I wouldn’t give to smell the beautiful rain. The only drops I’m seeing are the tears of servicemembers’ saying ‘Love you’s’ across the miles, to include mine, mind you.

    Touching prose, Colleen. I’m sure you’re in the wrong career field, woman!

    Love ya!


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