Drop

The doc reminded me that I wasn't a god anymore.
"You can't beat this one Hawkeye", she said.
What does she know? She's only been a real doctor
For just two years now. "Bullshit", I says.
"I yam what I  yam"!
You can't kill my body, until you conquer my soul.

Got no time for it anyway. Too busy!
Besides; I'm in training for the Pecos Run n Gun!
Ten miles. Full load. Battle rifle, pistol, and such.
Four hundred meter targets aren't gonna shoot themselves.
August heat. Dry and desolate. Who needs water? Need bullets!
Besides; it's a dry heat.

The sweetness of it all. Battle rifle? The m-14.
Sure, the m-4 is lighter. So are the bullets.
But there is no sweeter machine than the m-14!
Lightened it and made it fit me well. Just eight pounds loaded.
Pistol? M&P 40. Sweet as fuck and points well.
No one will beat me shooting. But the fucking running?

I'll take a trek, loaded, to the next town.
Just to get used to the weight. Just fifty kilometers.
Good and hot today. Let's take some water. Just in case.
Full pack. Good boots, broke in well.
Through the sandy, prickly terrain which is home,
Past the rattlers, scorpions and russian boars, God bless em!

Twenty km in. Damn it's hot.
Water gone. Windmill is up ahead. Refill.
Did I mention it was fucking hot.
One hundred twelve in the shade.
Even the lizards hid underground.
Did I mention that there is no fucking shade in west Texas?

A cloud found me at 42 km in.
A little cloud that didn't belong here.
I looked up and saw a little raindrop at thirty thousand feet,
And watched it fall so long until it splashed my forehead.
Just one drop, from a little cloud, high in the sky.
Reminding me who was God, and who was man.