a raindrop

moving through life with depression, how can we do it?

a raindrop

free floating

light headed,

to catch itself

air resistance is light

the fall, slow and painful.

water cascading the clouds

in search of a familiar face.

 

clouds are deceitful.

 

playing a soft safe place to land,

striking the lightning on the drop that continues its journey through

the only way forward is down.

 

“it’s a meaningful cycle.”

 

the frigid harshness of winter promises a unique snowflake.

halfway through the sky,

what happens when the raindrop breaks in two?