The Battle of Old

 A drop of rain falls from the sky which is dark and wet tonigh.

It falls through mist and fog and sky through clouds shaded wit black and white dye.

It picks up speed towards the ground, ever faster it plummets down.

Down, down, down and then at last it closes on a blade of grass.

The blade of grass swaying in the breeze is terrified at what it sees.

The largest drop falling down faster and faster toward the ground.

Faster still, the drop it falls and the blade of grass worries most of all.

The blade of grass knows this is it. The drop falls still faster and then it hits!

But the blade of grass is amazed when it finds that the drop just slides to the ground and dies.

The blade wiggles a bit and shakes off the cold, ready for another round of this Battle of Old.