Dear human population of planet Earth,

 

A single raindrop slips from the clouds

plummets through the air

and lands on the windshield

Of your 2014 Subaru Forester

 

Failing to catch your eye

It slides down the glass

Skims the white-painted metal and

drips off

just below your license plate

 

The raindrop splats onto the asphalt

Fulfilling its sole purpose:

To sit there waiting

In that exact spot

 

Waiting

 

And while the raindrop waits there

It realizes that its true purpose

Up until that moment

Had been much more significant

Much larger and much more important

Than waiting

 

It remembers the other raindrops

How they would describe

Dripping off of blades of emerald grass

being absorbed by rich soil

Swimming through roots and stems

And being entirely pure

 

But this raindrop

Sealed off and blacked out

Never even got the chance

The opportunity

The possibility

Of purity

 

This raindrop

Is infected

Completely

Utterly

Downright

Infected

 

It is quite disappointing

You see

Since its intentions were pure

 

But that’s the thing about reality

The intention doesn’t always align with the result.