Raindrops now escape the clouds
and downwards they do fly.
Earthbound now their journey starts,
set free from blackened sky.
Let loose they dance upon the ground
and skip as if at play,
a melody they seem to hum,
music, natures way.
Into rivers, brooks and streams
each raindrop heads like home,
and over waterfalls they rush,
into oceans seek to roam.
They call to clouds for brethren rain
to fall and learn to fly,
to start a journey homeward bound,
and escape their blackened sky.
For PD's contest 'Best rain poem'