When raindrops fall, do you think they wonder where they will land?
On their way down, do they dream of landing on a flower, wanting to aid in their growth?
Or perhaps, they dread landing on a windshield knowing they will be wiped away because they are seen as a nuisance
Maybe instead they do not want to fall on a flower, you see, they’re not big fans of flowers
Maybe, some do seek the thrill of landing on a windshield, excited by the rollercoaster ride
Do they even want to fall? To start over again?
When we fall, we start over again
and we hope.
Maybe they do too.