A Storm Called Life

As the sun rises, And rain falls to the earth, We reminice on the past times, Good and bad. The cloud is childhood, no shape, form, Or restriction of any kind. Just pureness and happiness. Once the drop falls, it turns into life. But just as the wind comes to the rain, We have trials and tribulations, In the end some switch paths, And end up Laying in a heap of garbage, Others maintain their original route unmaimed, Some rain hits the ground, Some rain hits Building tops, Just like in Life, we never know when the ride will stop, so we take it in stride, and hope our lives are eventful..