(Poem) Overcast

Droplets of rain
come together, pooling
on the ground.

They’re connected—pure
liquid. There’s no difference
from one another.

They look like
a family—tight-knit, inseparable, but
you? You’re just a pebble.

You’re not rain,
no water, no liquid. You’re not anything
that can pool together.

So all you do
is
watch.

They mix and mingle, and you just wish to be
a droplet of rain
like all the others.