spring rain

Have you ever taken the time to watch rain?
Not dance in it

No

To watch

Its interesting because you'll realize

The rain isn't here for you
So stop
And watch what this stranger is here to do

A patter is its soft pattern
Rhythmless except the rhythm we give it
It doesn't need a drum anymore than a rustle does
Rain is free
the freedom earth gives it

But rain does little with its freedom
It drops quickly and directly
The wind does shake it some
But it will never correct it

The rain is angry I think

And lacking hands or feet it strikes the only thing it can
Piledriving itself into the floor

I think the rain is full of hate
Probably due to being hated and ignored
Because It spends its childhood tossed through clouds with millions of others. 
It must be hard to have no identity...

Maybe raindrops are the children of clouds committing suicide

It would make sense
Rain fills people with somber sadness
And I'm glad this is this way
because

I think it says we all love them

Those raindrops falling

And we are sad to see them go away
Little tombstones of grass push up in their wake
Although many drops lie in unmarked graves

Maybe we are raindrops
If you think of it this way
Tossed from the moment of birth into a screaming rapid world. 

We cannot help but begin to fall
Some fall screaming 
and others fall singing
but we are all headed towards the ground
And really all we can hope is that a little tombstone of grass pushes up in our wakes
And that we did not direct ourselves to stone.