Walking in Rain

As the thunder lights the sky
searching for cracks
And as the drop finds it way
to the depth of those tracks
I go for a walk and watch closely,
the earthworms rolling by

I try, hard and try again
to bring up a thought plain
It ends up to be a rain drop
crushed between my red, flip flop

Hastly, I remove my feet,
to find the water vanish
Tip toe, tip toe, totter tot
I hold the drops in my thought

Now, my mind is drifted far apart
Through the unseen river beds
Would the drop still part ?
If only it was flow instead ?

Down I go, Down I go
Fast with the river flow
A rock, a pebble, a fish plop
Nowhere, I see the rain drop

Why would a drop not be unique ?
How it's existence seems so bleak ?
I hit a crack, and came back
Perhaps, all that matters is the followed track ?

Why do then drops form ?
And why it vanishes with the storm ?
Why can't water fall like cloud ?
And why is unity not allowed ?