mr raindrop

Monday, and the rain is falling ,
Almost ressmbling a swarm of angry bee's
In its fight to reach the ground.
I follow it on its journey,
Colliding with fellow raindrops.
Fast and out of control
Until it ends. Until the splash as it hits the ground
And until the ripple a it blends in.
Never again to be individual, unique.

Reviews

[H.S. King]

Putting the spelling mistakes and the misused apostrophe aside, this is so beautiful. And it is about a raindrop but I read it when I was sad so it seems metaphorical, for the way that people lose their individuality as their lives go on. It's a lovely poem.

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Your writing has much potential and growing. Don't stop!