As raindrops fall from dark clouds
They dare not splash, but drip.
For if they splash, there’s a chance they have slipped.
For if they drip, there is a rhythm.
I am a raindrop in life as I meet the ground
Where everything comes together
Where roots meet the soil
Where seeds are sprouted
Where rain soaks over time
And as I drip
Drip

Drip


Drip



Drip

Maybe it was worth it falling for you.
As the rain has fallen for the earth.

Maybe I need you as a plant needs rain.
But be wary not to storm.

Maybe if my cloud’s tears drip upon your lip like an egg drips upon a nest
Then maybe it will keep raining,
And the clouds will be alone.