The River Will Reclaim

Rain drops fall upon the wall and the path they took is forever long,
but you can not tell just from where they fell, or where they belong.
Even if you chased a single drop it can not be traced through time,
but before it fell, it went through hell on a skyward climb.
And though the drop my stall it will eventually fall, as if bound
by weight, and though the path isn’t always straight it always hits ground.

Not even the world can escape, and that drop helps shape the earth.
While the water will never stop, even the smallest drop has a worth,
and remember that every river began with a sliver of hope
that enough water could, and eventually would fall from a slope
and come together. It does not matter whether big and bold
or small and weak. Then the River did speak and so told
the tale of his legendary scale and how long it took
to create his history and laugh at fate, who can not look
Old man river in the face without a quiver or twinge of fear
of his reach. Which extends to each and every tear
that you may shed, and so spread the rivers domain,
Or from the attack, whose name you may lack, but Rain
is the name with which the River takes aim at all
the world. And the water is swirled through the air and will fall
wherever it may, and one day the River will take back
the dirt without an alert and anything else it may lack.
Eventually the water will rise and fill the world, behold
This I know, and if wise you will grow from what I told