Drop of rain.

A Poem by Lola

I am a drop of rain out of unreachable billions, difference doesn't make me. I make the difference.

Maybe i was meant for much better things.
Like dancing on rooftops and singing in the rain.
Maybe i wasn't supposed to be sane.
I loved how the rain smelt, the burnt and coal-charred air.
It makes me feel nauseated although intoxicated.
It reminds me of regret, as if the sky screamed for forgiveness.
Rain comes in levels, and in each one it reads Danger.
In each level of its strength, I imagine myself as a drop and I feel my skin stab against the earth.
I felt my existence being beneficial.
I fed the ground but i hated the soil.
I flooded schools, I wasn't much for education anyway.
I made fish stumble and cats cry.
I am a drop of rain out of unreachable billions, difference doesn't make me.
I make the difference.