The Courage of the Single Raindrop

Suspended high, within the cloud's soft gray, 

A trembling droplet, hesitant to play. 

Below, the world, a vast and blurry gleam, 

A fearful plunge, within a liquid dream. 

I am the Raindrop, small, distinct, and pure, 

A tiny being, fragile and unsure. 

The thunder rumbles, and the winds now call, 

A terrifying, inescapable fall.

But then, a push, a tremor from the sky, 

And downward hurtling, through the air I fly. 

The rushing wind, a breath upon my face, 

A dizzying descent, through boundless space. 

I meet my brethren, swift and fleeting, near, 

A momentary brush, dispelling fear. 

We race together, on the unseen stream, 

A collective rush, a wild, watery dream. 

No longer solitary, but a part, 

Of nature's pulsing, all-encompassing heart. 

The ground approaches, dark and rich and deep, 

A final purpose, secrets it will keep.

The impact comes, a silent, soft embrace, 

My individual journey finds its place. 

A splash, a ripple, then I merge and blend, 

My separate self, now reaching to its end. 

No longer drop, but essence of the flow, 

To feed the roots, where future green will grow. 

A tiny offering, a selfless, humble act, 

Contributing to life, with silent, clear impact. 

My courage found, in falling, free and fast, 

A single action, meant to truly last. 

For in the merging, strength and purpose bind, 

The individual in the greater mind.

- Khushi Kaul