Stormy Day

I wonder if a raindrop can comprehend that it's life is near completion right before it crashes into the pavement. Sometimes, I feel like that raindrop. Not knowing, at first, where it came from. Then gradually, with help from gravity, or time, it formulates a personality. A raindrop that won't stand alone, is just a puddle. Imagine free falling from a cloud, just taking in all the atmosphere, all the while hurtling towards the inevitable. The drops that aren't strong enough, soon evaporate into infinity. The strong ones know that they must see things through to the end, no matter what. I mean, they must realize the futility of their situation. But, I guess maybe they just take comfort in the fact that, at least for that one stormy day, they exsisted.