A drop of rain

A drop of rain

A drop of rain
As the sun sets on another day
I feel a like a drop of rain in the middle of a field
Reflecting the colours the sky
Deep purples to fire red
As a mirror does ones own image
The eyes stare back looking for imperfections
On the rock I sit nothing but a small sphere looking for feelings
As the temperature drops to freezing
My shape changes to ice
On the surface of the rock
There is no pain
There is no thought
Just a change in shape, space and time
In the morning the sun will rise to warm the rock
And I will melt to drop
The ground will adsorbs
The moisture is absorbed as the crowds will my memory