The angriest raindrop.

I am born in storm,

The rolling thunder harolds my birth,

Knives of air cut me from my mother,

Cast down.. free falling through each moment of life,

I would scream.. but I am denied a voice,

Enraged at the futility of my life..

But low.. though I am small,

My wrath shall crush mountains,

I shall have my vengeance apon the cruel earth!

I shall join with the river,

And even in death.. claim what is owed,

For while one of me,

May barely dampen the ground,

A billion will rip it wide open.


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