Raindrops
When the sun doesn't show his face
God cries to let me know my stature
I gaze at the window and watch the race
The tires can bear no traction
But cannot match their velocity
Each one its own orb
Such as me, you, and the ones who stare
Racing on a flat surface we call Earth
You think I'm wrong; I can tell
But there are ones who creep
Ones who stop
Ones who weep
And ones who hit incredible speeds
Some tremble in uncertainty
Some leave their own thoughts in the dust
But still my gaze never fails
Taking in the sky's somber details
And trying to find myself
What kind of raindrop I am
What kind you are
And what makes up our tears
That's the question
The clouds never answer
Yet remind us something pivotal
We are all small in scale
Each a raindrop with our own tale