A poem about rain

I am the first to fall from the sky,

The one that is never remembered,

The one that blows the horn,

For the army that follows,

I am the one that attacked too soon,

The one that just couldn’t wait.

Sometimes I am the eldest,

Sometimes I am the youngest,

I can be each one in between,

I am indestructible,

I am immortal,

I have splashed in ever lake, stream, river and ocean,

Splattered upon every inch of dry land in every country of every continent,

I have explored every corner of the world,

But I have never been to space,

Your dry clothes are my target,

Your barriers my nemesis,

I am a free spirit,

I am greater than Man,

Add me to the wind and I am deadly,

I am the first to fall from the sky,

The one that lost its patience,

The one that caught your attention,

Behind me follows am army of immortals,

Free falling from dark clouds,

I am but one drop of recycled water,

Run,

Hide,

I have but one mission: To drench everything I touch,To do it again and again is my destiny.