Droplet (Re-post)

 From a long time ago, my most beloved tale of a brave little rain droplet. Putting it up near the front for everyone to see.

Once upon a time, there was a little clear drop of dew desperately clinging to the end of a fern one rainy, cold, early spring morning. This little droplet clung to this fern for dear life, while observing it's comrades hang beside him, and many unknown droplets resembling him falling very quickly from the Up. Now this little clear droplet had no idea how it had gotten there, how it had been created, or what would become of it. All it knew was that it had been a part of a huge misty mass floating in the Up. But for this tiny moment, it cherished it's singularity, being on it's own, being unique, hanging there alone. In this tiny moment, it felt no fear at all, clinging to that fern, before falling and becoming a part of the puddle with all of his comrades once more.