Thunder

I dreamed of clouds and thunder last night.
Potential.
That a drop of water swirls around,
until it finally comes together with some other vapor.
It churns, it rises, it falls.
Vapor rubs together, lightning flashes, thunder rumbles.
All in a days work for the raindrop.
Sometimes it falls to the ground as a raindrop, as snow as hail.
Some days, things change and the cloud that was disappears and is no more.
But the raindrop will be back;
raining to the ground,
sucked up by plants
and sent back into the sky.
Evaportated, to form rainbows another day.