Rain

My life is a rain drop cushioning down upon all other rain drops. Falling from the sky, cascading into one big pin top of precipitation. I fall from great heights to rest on the shoulder of a pigeon, a tired old bench seat, someone's palm, an eroded wooden staircase, a blade of grass, a fire hydrant or the follicle of a hair. The rain that I am is a molecule smaller than a centimeter that builds with collision until it's time to makes is miniscule presence known to the world through quiet breaths of soundless liquified epiphanies in a form, warm or chilled few even notice.