A drop of rain sits in your hand,
you look around and wonder why
it won’t go hop into another palm.
The droplet stays cupped in your hand
as you walk into the dark fog in front of yourself.
It slips out of your hand as you carelessly pace
towards the dark void hoping to find light,
you look around only to notice it’s gotten darker
and colder
without that small leftover of the rain.
You try to grab onto another drop
but it isn’t the same,
it feels empty for the rest of the walk.
It just doesn’t feel the same,
it feels unfinished.