RAINDROP AND A TEARDROP

To,

The rain.

My eyes are the clouds,

My tears are its rains.

Maybe the gravity makes you drop,

But for me the thought of us being separated makes my tear glide. 

Maybe you fall through air resistance,

But my tear rolls through friction resistance.

Nevertheless, I am happy. Why?

Because our driving forces win.

Maybe you embrace acid,

But my tears hug grief.

Maybe you help the greenery grow, 

But my tears help me grow. 

Nevertheless, I am happy. Why? 

Because our fluids aid growth.

Maybe you are lucky, lucky for evaporating back to your mother, but my poor tear misses its parent. Dear rain do you wonder why I'm writing this letter to you? Because I want to adopt you. Whenever you fall, I would get a chance to meet my child.

Finally, I have nothing more to write but just wait for you to drop.