Raindrop

Awakening to a new and strange world, I fall briskly through the turbulent air. Freshly birthed from Mother Cloud, I descend with my brothers and sisters to the unknown lands below. The wind whips me from side to side as I continue towards my place of rest. Siblings of mine cross paths, form together, or get swept to different parts of Father Sky. I see the ground getting closer now...it looks as if I shall fall to rest on a grassy plain of Cousin Earth! How exciting! We raindrops live fast to die young. Maybe I'll evaporate and do this again some day.