Life is a raindrop well in shape,
Before it falls and bursts out.
Will it ever regain its shape?
Will those molecules come together again? I doubt.

Sometimes the raindrops drizzle,
Sometimes they come storming as hail,
Sometimes they aren’t even there,
And it is the wind that prevails.

From the water in the oceans,
It takes time to reach the sky,
The water does fall back, drop by drop,
But they again go high.