Like the Rain

Falling, endlessly, will I ever stop?
Descending from the bitterly cold heavens, I rush towards some unknown destination.
Melting into just a drop of water as the air grows warmer.
Still falling, falling towards the ground.
Oh, how it rushes up to meet me!
Will I meet my end?
Splash!
I hit the beautiful earth and all of a sudden, I'm drowning in the soil.
Dying of thirst, the soil pulls me down, down into the dark earth.
I hear...
Slurping?
I am now the flow of life in the tree, the flow of life on the planet.
Rain.