Up high in the sky, in a world of blue,
A raindrop forms, pure and new.
Joined together with its kin,
They form a cloud, ready to begin.
Then they separate, one by one,
Falling through the air, as if on a run.
Breaking apart, and taking flight,
Each raindrop journeys through the light.
Falling faster, feeling weightless,
Some raindrops glide, others restless.
Through the mist and the haze,
They race each other, in a watery maze.
Finally, they reach the ground,
And gather, forming puddles all around.
Joined once more, they're whole again,
As if they never did descend.
The raindrops dance and play,
As they reflect the sky's new gray.
Their journey's end, is not in vain,
For they'll rise again, and fall like rain, again.
