Rainy

As it falls I see the mist from splattered drops bouncing off of the rooftops flooding streets and flowing free sometimes I wish those drops were me a life seemingly short but go's on and on and on recycled drops of water that are never really gone an adventure every time they are released out of the sky falling toward the earth, pretending they can fly and when they hit the earth they will feel no sort of pain and they'll jump right back in line eager to take the fall again.