Upon the horizon advance
A taut interlacing of clouds
To darken the blazes of day,
And strangers do they shroud.
Their raindrops being to flourish,
Shards of the color azure,
Free of the thoughts of the masses
That jointly are so impure.
Ere long they tumble together
And puddle upon the ground,
Collecting to form a conscious
Harping to a lone sound.
But one doth travel astray,
Tracing rivulets of blighted blue,
Far from the collective waters,
An essence all but true.
Yet still the waters stretch,
Spreading to consume
Like the flames of the brushfire,
Bring forth the sole drop's doom.
O'er the land it flees,
Ne'er resigning to the horde,
Sanctuary it does seek,
The sun beckons it forward.
And so does it find haven
In the glow of the gored sun,
Ne'er yielding to the swarm,
Simply yearning merely one.