A raindrop perched on a throne of fluff,
Alas! This throne had had enough!
Thunder! Rain! Oh yes, it drained
The weight it held with so much love.
The raindrop fell, utterly confused
Jittering along a jettisoned path.
Missing the skies (as the skies missed it)
Anxious about the ground's wrath.
The ground prepared, protruding its plans --
Jagged rocks primed for abrasive attacks.
Slitting the rain with one quick swoop
Imprisoning waters in enslaved cracks.
The wind however had different plans --
Nudging the raindrop to Brownian bliss,
The ground was then so far away,
Anxiety? Far, far, further, amiss.
And even when the raindrop reached,
Its brethren pooled to receive The One
Embraced by puddles of liquid tact,
Our dethroned raindrop had finally
Won.
(True victory though, was not its fate
But conquering fear of Fear itself.
For when unbeknownst ends await
Oh li'l one, you musn't dwell)
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