The raindrop Stands alone Then escapes the cloud Like a skydiving soldier on mission Whose face is proud. It stands alone In its descent, Only to embrace the ground As if it had a hand to hold. But the earth is dry And land is cold. The rain drop is simple And cool at heart. Its thoughts so fickle To make the foolish smart, Yet I sometimes wonder Were it sentient would it ponder The significance of a lifetime between earth and yonder And the sentiment of finding a purpose fonder. For we are all like raindrops solitary With a finite life span, temporary. Some stand alone, and some find another To join together and become stronger. The lonely raindrop stands alone But every raindrop makes the planet whole. Mother Earth awakes, smiles at thunder And says, “Mr. Lonely Raindrop: you have a home.â€