Raindrop

I am plummeting to my death,

yet for now I make no sound.

Daringly I dropped from the smoky-grey clouds.

I watch below as people dart from cars,

trying to avoid the flood that falls.

My friends and I plunge toward the ground,

our suicide mission a group effort.

My end is now near.

I listen as others crash onto shingled roofs,

some soaking the running people,

even more slamming to the ground.

I see my goal.

She stands on the mossy-green grass,

arms stretched out to her sides.

I aim and know my demise will end in happiness

on her blush tongue.

And finally, I make my noise, though few hear.

SPLASH.