Where do I begin?

Raindrop

The melodic sound of rain drops crashing upon my window shatter the deafening silence that has crept into my room.

The weeping of rainfall penetrate the windows, creating a lullaby amongst the night. Easing me into an accustomed slumber.

When I sleep I dream of being a rain drop. The same repetitive cycle of being dropped then picked up to start the cycle over once more.

In a way we are all rain drops. Accumulating water as we go through the motions. Tossed further into the sky to collect more.

An immense pressure to be thrown from the roaring clouds only to fall to an inevitable splatter.

Seeping into the cracks of earths rugged surface. Settling amongst the others who have fallen.
~Melly