A cloud used to be my home until it released me. I fell out of the sky but I saw no sun. I dropped down towards a concrete sidewalk. The thrill of falling was sensational but the ending seemed like a tragedy. A person with their umbrella stood on top of my destination. I prepared myself for the blow and so did my brothers and sisters that stayed close to me. I hit the umbrella with a splash that made other parts of me go flying but, somehow, I still felt whole. Slowly, I slid down the umbrella only to be dropped again. Once again, I hit with a splash but this time I was on the cold concrete. The people didn't care. I was just a small puddle that was being stepped on. They didn't care that in the morning, the sun would be out and I would be gone. I would either be dried out or wash down a drain. But, of course, nobody cared. I was just a small puddle and raindrop from the sky.
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