Resting in high skies, I begin my descent, 
A bright blue backdrop tinged with sunsets. 
I arise from a cloud, my source of force, 
Nudged by the wind to take my own course. 
 
Reveling in joy in my tiny domain,  
Able to swish, to swash, to splash, to reign! 
I ecstatically spin in my shimmering sphere, 
Nothing but pure bliss surrounds me here.   
 
Racing down swiftly, I dive from the sky,  
Am I just falling--or daring to fly?  
Is it fear that envelops me from dropping so fast?  
No, it's a thrill of outrunning the past. 
 
Reaching a stream, merging with the rest,  
And pushing to the sea, on a dauntless quest. 
I am surrounded by clones, copy and paste,  
No longer possess my own unique taste.  
 
How similar a raindrop's path is to ours, 
Upon soft clouds that are childhood's hours, 
Maturing through falls, with thrill and fear,  
And land in a scene where adulthood is near,  
Now another runner in an endless race.