Some little drops of water Whose home was at sea To go upon a journey They once happened to agree A white cloud was their carriage Their horse, a playful breeze And over town and country They rode along at ease But the cloud held too many And began to grow heavy The little drops of water started to fall And the cloud looked on with appal The water fell to their dismay Was this how they end their day? ~19/3/21
:0 I wouldn't want to end my day falling to my doom either...