Rain falls, thousands of drops,
Some landing in puddles, some on tree tops.
Some join others, some fall away,
All the rain goes some where, night or day.

People are like the rain, gathering and not...
They are everwhere, each one sought,
A group to find, a place to fit in,
A puddle to share, a relationship to begin.

Some failed and then gave up,
Drinking away what could have been.
Some found what they thought was good,
But then realized they had to start again...

Some found the greatest treasure,
Deep within themselves, no more looking,
It was there all along within...
Not in a group or relationship...

Each of us is our own perfect raindrop.
The fortunate are those that realize it.