Flaming Rain

They are born in the sky
were they grow
and believe in their selves

They know they can
they fall from the sky
looking for their truth
and what they believed in.

Cold They are
hot when they touch you

Some of them hit the ground
some go into the ocean
some stay in the sky
with no future
neither dreams

Rain drops in the sky
dreaming and believing
Why don't they last forever?
Why do they pass so fast?

Sometimes I think
in those drops
and compare them
with us