A single droplet from the cloud,
reflecting glories all around,
begins its journey to the ground.
Silhouettes that dance with light,
are first on bottom then the side.
Two eyes pass, they open wide,
accepting all as dreams take flight.
Far below a world unfolds,
looking dim and feeling cold,
the droplet fears, for now it knows,
the certain end this journey holds.
Gently nestled, a little town,
begins its slumber as sun goes down.
Seeing this beauty so profound,
the droplet watches without a sound.
Below the man so tightly wound,
uplifted face and looking proud,
shakes his fist toward the cloud.
The droplet comes and knocks him down.