The click, clack and the split, splat of the raindrops that drip,
flying from their diving boards with a free-styling flip,
crashing to the ground or whatever they strike first.
Surely the life of a raindrop’s the worst.

But in numbers they grow to great, monstrous things,
that can reach in the sky and grab birds by their wings
and bring down buildings with a tumbling roar
and make you think of things you’ve never thought of before
and carve curves in the earth that can be seen from space
and wipe away everything without even a trace.

So take granted for not our elemental friend.
It was here before the beginning
and will remain after the end.