Standing in a raindrop

Standing in a raindrop

Waiting for it to fall

Dreams gather, days pass

And no one knows the game

That birds play in the wind

Before a storm something happens

Mother nature brewing her tea

The kettle cries and sings a song

You can feel it, sticky & moist

It’s about to rain down

And I’m standing in a raindrop

Waiting to fall to my death

Or at least the death of what I know

As I imagine the river below

Will carry my matter to the sea

Into the aquatic parade that flows on