Rain

Drip....drip...drip....
more, and more, and more...
they come...faster, heavier, and in more numbers...
from the heavens they fall....
to the terra, awake or dormant, they journey...
freedom, drop after drop...
to the earth,
the thirsty earth....
Giving life, taking it away...
Who would have thought, the angel of death and the angel of life....
was the single drop, that lead to many others...
eh...
and so they fall
drip, drip, drip...
over....the showers stop...
but no sooner than later...the sun comes...
takes his throne in the sky...
and the journey of rain...was a waste...
for there they go...once again...
to the heavens from where they once came from....