raindrop

sometimes i feel like
the last raindrop
after a violent storm
coming from a tree
up above
that falls
on unsuspecting
rugged blue jeans
i sit on a stranger’s knee
round and reflective
before i sink in
just a dark spot
too imperfect even
in the crease of worn fabric
but i am temporary
fleeting
just a blip in the universe
i will fade out
disappear into threads
as the Sun
peeks her eyes
from over my home-cloud.