As Each Raindropp Begins Its Suicidal Journey
Towards The Earth Another Takes Its
Place In The Sky. The Clouds Set Them Free
And Willingly They Fall, Their Destiny Written
Long Before They Were Formed.
They Plummet Through The Atmosphere,
Past Buildings, Past Leaves On Trees,
Occasionally Dying Before Their Time.
The Ultimate Goal Is In Sight; Soon They Will Join Their Maker.
It Beckons To Them, Longing For Cool Refreshment.
Gracefully They Fall In Anticipation, And Then
Their Journey Is Ended. They Darken The Stone
With Their Rich Blood, Falling In Their Thousands.