Falling

Falling quickly.

I long to watch

raindrops falling,

raining down from

a dark luminous 

cloud,

 reminding

me of myself and 

the darkness 

around me,

 flooding

the ground below

with tears of 

sadness. 

Wondering 

when will this storm end, 

I'm falling quickly.

Falling slowly. 

I crave to see the

end of the storm, 

when the rain 

slows and 

calmly

drips down the 

window pane, as if 

remorseful 

for all the destruction

it left. 

Reminding 

me of myself, and

knowing 

the world

must slow down 

eventually.

I'm falling slowly. 

The falling has stopped.

I wish to observe the

 calm 

after the storm, 

when all that is left

of the rain is a 

soft dew on the 

newly bloomed

flowers. 

The  darkness is over 

and the calm has come. 

I wish to say 

that like the rain, 

I too have stopped falling.