Little Duckling

It's raining, little duckling, and you're swimming in the water. It's a good thing you're waterproof, the drip-drops just slide right off your back. Light rain, initially, filling up your well. Each drop a memory, each drip a moment of time gone by. What's happening, little duckling? The rain is heavier now, but you don't feel it. You're immune to the effects of the downpour, insulated, safe. You splash around in your puddle, unaware of the past, oblivious to the pain it brings. Drops dripping all around you, waves hitting you with startling frequency, and still you play. Never drowning, never hurting, never knowing.

It's raining, little duckling, but I've lost my raincoat.
I wish I were a little duckling.
Laters