does the rain know itself?

I love the rain —-
how it falls.

And I wonder
if each drop,
holding consciousness,
experiences it’s fall
like a lifetime.

Born of the cloud —-
surrenders
Earthbound.

Does the raindrop know
that it will all be over soon
once it hits the ground?

Does it know the beauty of the ripples it makes as it returns to the place from which it came?

Only, yes, to be born again.

What does evaporation feel like?
Is that the afterlife?

Does the rain know itself?
Is it ever insecure or afraid?

Afraid of the journey?

Afraid of the fall?

Afraid of it’s exquisite beauty as it
ripples
ripples
ripples
ripples
ripples
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