Raindrop

A poem about the life of a raindrop.

I float on the waves that shimmer below
I am the waves and they are me
Though the storms may come and the wind would blow
I stay part of them, and part of the sea

The sun it blazes down from on high
Scorching and burning, it flashes and stings
And I start rising into the sky
And due to the heat, take on new wings

I feel like I’m gliding, on a glorious night
Sailing the winds and Sailing the breeze
Surrounded by gases - light and bright
Constant and watchful, barely at ease

The world passes me by as I sail to the sun
A mystery how I stay aloft
I forget my worry and find its fun
To glide through the sky with wings so soft

The wind, it changes and blows me south
I start to feel all wet and cold
Then my heart jumps up into my mouth
Of my flight I lose my hold

The air, it shimmers as I fall to the ground
As I return to my watery state
From gas light to watery round
I wonder when my fall will abate