The Life of a Raindrop

Moving along aimlessly
billions and billions strong
for untold eons.
Always escaping the bucket
(and) flowing around the tongue
(and) in between cracks of sidewalk
(and) condensation on an iced tea glass in the sun
(and) saliva to digest a cracker or a gumdrop
(and) wastebasket juice
(and) a mountain climber's sweat, a cloud
(and) a tear.
Not escaping the atmosphere of definition.
All sparkling metal teeth pouring out,
clanginly slamming down
to grit and grind.
Waves of gnarl and gnash
(and) up against perforated warehouse shelving.
The breath weapon, a suleiman's dream.
out from behind a barbed, barred mouth
where shakes a ticklish brain,
while a catatonic horse lies on its side
trying to drink from a mud puddle,
the inevitable drought to come.
A sudden and assured
bizarre quantum rapture,
A whisking fast away,
the randomized assemblies
of dark and menacing
dogs of the flood.