That Last Drop of Rain

# Summary

"That Last Drop of Rain" poetically contemplates the journey of the final raindrop from the sky to the earth.

# Abstract

The poem "That Last Drop of Rain" reflects on the natural process of rainfall, personifying the clouds as they gather and deliberate over the earth's thirsty patches. It describes the beginning of a rain shower, the joyful reunion of raindrops with the parched land, and the eventual end of the rain, focusing on the experience of the last raindrop as it leaps from the clouds to an uncertain fate. The piece is a meditation on the cycle of rain and the transient nature of its union with the earth, acknowledging the poignant moment when the rain ceases, and the final drop must say goodbye.

# Opinions

- The author muses on the clouds' desire to selectively water the earth, highlighting a sense of empathetic decision-making in nature.
- There is a reverence for the earth's magnanimity, as it graciously receives each raindrop during the downpour.
- The poem expresses a melancholic sentiment about the impermanence of the rain and the beauty of its last moments.
- The author, Somsubhra Banerjee, conveys a deep connection with the natural elements, particularly the raindrop's leap of faith into the unknown.
- The piece pays homage to the continuous efforts of Thomas Gaudex and Scribe, acknowledging their role in nurturing writers and their work.

What Happens To It?

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The clouds have gathered, meandering aimlessly in the listless sky, whites, blacks, of all shapes, and sizes, coming together, thinking, probably looking for that perfect place that should get the rain-drops, that patch of dry earth, that single dry leaf of a little plant, if only they could choose, if only the clouds could choose.

Soon it started raining, a single drop, then another, then a couple more, tipper tappering on earth’s magnanimous stage, a long-awaited union between the parched earth and the raindrop, a union with the hope of continuing for a long, long time.

But, alas, all unions have to end, someday, and this does too, after some time, the constant tipper tapper slowly reducing back, to the single drop as before.

What must it feel to be the last drop of rain, closing the door shut atop the clouds and jumping into, the arms of the unknown, not knowing on whose face you’ll fall?

Thanks so much, everyone for taking the time to read through this piece. Thanks to Thomas Gaudex for publishing my pieces on Scribe alongside so many excellent writers, and for the wonderful work he’s doing at the publication.

POETRY

That Last Drop of Rain

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