In a billowing cloud
Among the mist
One droplet of water
Enjoys the flight
Not trapped in an ocean
A river or sea
Or horribly trapped
Under the Dark ground
Instead it is free
Far above the earth.
An icy wind blows
A turbulent storm
A delightful change
It becomes a snowflake
Unique like none other
No longer a plain drop in the mist
Now tumbling and floating
Riding the winds
That is how I want to be
Unique and free
Riding the wind instead of
Stuck in the dark
I could skim the drifts
And swirl around
Then settle on an eyelash
And become a tear
The Rational Element 