falling fast like clear sky-divers
their small and silent little fliers
the trip they take only lasts seconds
but the life they create can never be measured
they do no dance, but fall straight down
to replenish the hot, dry earthy ground
they speak no words and tell no stories
or hold themselves in the hightest of glories
their mission is to replenish the earth
making their value more than gold or merth
their time is up, they hit the ground
making no screams, making no sounds
the brave little soilders off to battle
comming on like herds of cattle
their not recongized as one little drop
but a sky of relentless sobs
sometimes joined by an earthly shatter
to show us of timely matter
and no matter how great i might be
the rain will always be greater than me