Inside a massive cloud the tiny drops
Embrace each other, lest they fall
But the cloud that they make
Confess that one day it would disintegrate.
Leaving blankness in their wake
The drops will have a free fall!
Getting scruples in place
To the earth would return the drops.
But, the drops have often wondered
And in doing so, the clouds have thundered
Where do they belong?
To the sky or to the grounds?
They love it up there
Yet, in time sets in a despair
They dream to fall
Deciding that it is their actual call
Again, on the ground
They wish, to rise to the clouds
Thus, the drops go to and fro
Rising and falling in a row
When they do it on their own, it is okay
But they cry, when the clouds or earth say
“Rain Rain Go Away!”