Raindrop

A poem by Lili, a member of the Major course.

I fall down slowly at nine
Onto the dirt and on the car.
Making this all mine
By covering it, though I come from far.
Others join me on this journey
And I want this all for us.
We are in the ocean,
And flying with the birds and the dust.
I fall on people, I fall on trees.
Not being recognized from the others,
They dont see me.
However I'm with my brothers.
For I am a raindrop
And I am never waiting to stop.