Suicidal Raindrop
A rainy sky was building up so I wondered if it'd be a terrible day.
No one quite disagreed with me, so I suppose it'll be exactly that way.
A raindrop looked around and prepared a little note,
This is truly a sad story, and goes exactly as wrote.
Lemme warn you: The little raindrop fell.
A cloudy day; make of it what you may.
Just a poor, silly raindrop, wondering whether to pray.
A sad thought, a dreary feeling, and a lack of purpose;
A decline in meaning, and a significant deficit of self-worth.
Thus the little raindrop fell.
The next day, the raindrop woke up, and realized it was vapor.
It was on its way back up! Some might call it rebirth.
Others could call it a second chance.
But the raindrop knows the truth: Oh no. Not again!
Welcome back! :)
Maybe you're like the little raindrop who's in a steem vapor state again. Maybe it's on its way up again, around here. Less chance of dreary sad loss of self-worth here maybe, compared to other places we may have been.
Your poem works on lots of levels and I'm glad to read some work of yours once again!