Precipitation

My entire life consists of me trying to separate from the masses. Some drops are content to be part of the flood but I'm not one of them. The most exhilarating moment for me is right after my rebirth; the freefall.
Raindrops in general are a collective breed, like the quicksilver some of us are exposed to we prefer to cling together. I don't mind being part of a smaller puddle, especially since that can mean a quicker rebirth, but the lakes, rivers and oceans just aren't for me. Especially the oceans, pleh, salt!
Many consider the existence of a raindrop to be repetitive and dull and for some they may be. But I know the secret to stave off this dullness. I have a goal that helps combat the mundane. I seek separation! This in itself could be boring if it weren't for the fact that separation is extremely hard for a drop to achieve. Think of all the trillians of similar drops all grasping you, refusing to let you escape their clutches. Then reflect on the drops that have the same goal as me, jostling to get to the edge. No thought about how many other goals they're ruining in their charge.
I escaped once, many rebirths ago. During my freefall I had the hideous misfortune to land in a stream. The other drops quickly swallowed me and I was swept along as a victim of gravity. Being brushed along rocks was certainly disastorous enough but then I found that things can get worse. A hulking mountain river appeared and the collective gargle of hapy drops transformed into an ecstatic roar of the mob. I found myself trapped in the backflow where stream meets river and then violently sucked into the essence of the flow. This must be what armageddon will feel like. Now not only was I smashing into boulders I was glancing off of fish and weeds. I was entirely at the mercy of the rush, to centred to even dream of being tossed free by over exuberant drops. I was becoming despondent.
I've never seen a bear during any of my falls nor experienced them while in puddle form. I must say though, they really do like fish! One moment I was pinned against a boiling red scale, the next I was free from oppression. I found myself on a rough black surface with quite a view of my roaring breed. I found my platform to not only be rouch and black, but large and cersatile and in possesion of two concave impressoins. Most other species would describe a nose as black and wet and considering, as a drop, my environments are regularily wet, I wasn't far off in my description of such a beasts olefactory centre. There I was perched on a bear's nose and exposed to the world at large. It was wonderful! It was perfect! It ended all too soon with a minute tilt of the head and a mad slide towards the river but I found I didn't mind. I had more than enough joyful material to relive until the rebirth once again claimed me.