Death of a Raindrop

An atheist raindrop is about to die and it ponders over life and death.

Only birth is pristine

everything else,

everywhere else,

falling men and women

falling away from heaven.

I would say

I am happy with my fall,

like men say about life.

 

I was not always alone,

I met a fellow droplet,

her surface tension

was stronger than gravity

and we fused into one.

It’s so wonderful  

when I die

she won’t have to be lonely

or when she dies,

I don’t fall alone.

Both of us hit the ground

hard, together

and part our ways.

We would be strangers again

without memories of our past.

Some part of me will, however

stay with her

and some of her

would stay within me.

 

Do you believe in rebirth?

I don’t

I am an atheist

but I have seen those clouds

forming out of nothing-

where I was born.

Some part of me believes

I will be back

into those clouds again,

and I would fall again,

but before that,

perhaps I would rise.

I wonder how?

Author's Note

I loved the concept and thought of writing the above poem. Thanks.