A raindrop's journey
Nov. 4th, 2020 09:28 pmA raindrop grows in a cloud. When it's full-formed, it falls. This rainstorm doesn't come with wind, so it drops straight down. It hits a maple leaf in the crest of a tree and slides off. It falls through the tree and lands on the wet trunk - its neighbours have already arrived. It melds into the flow running down the trunk. When it reaches the ground, it soaks into the earth. Slowly, slowly now, it creeps along between the grains of dirt. Seasons pass until one day it oozes out of the earth into a little stream running down a hillside. It rushes and tumbles down the hill, until it comes to the bottom of the hill and joins a bigger stream quietly making its steady way along the bottom of the valley. It flows under water striders and over spawning salmon. After a while, it runs into a great river. The river is muddy with all that it has picked up from its bed and the beds of all the streams that have joined it over the space of many miles. It flows on, not too much farther, until it reaches the sea, and mingles its mud with the ocean's salt. The drop has come home.