At the first sign of a storm I am born, a long journey I take as I fall from the heavens. Now I live my life in the rivers and oceans, so gentle yet so dangerous when underestimated. So many twists and turns I have taken in my life, so much damage has been done to my soul. So much of me has been polluted by humanity with this black sticky liquid. There is so much of me yet humanity only calls a small part of me useful, un-be-known how useful I actually am. I am at peace most of the time, trying my best to always to be graceful. When I rage I leave cities destroyed and leave families homeless, but I also help rebuild lives. I nurture and protect those special things around me, those who live within my very core. Much of me is controlled by the moon, a lot of my mood swings rely on it, and it keeps me going. I now look to the heavens every now and then and watch as many other like me are born. Yet I am different to the others because unlike the other raindrops I choose to speak up and be heard.
