Ray the Raindrop

Ray the Raindrop
By larry r Linville

The first thing Ray remembered
was floating on a fluffy cloud
with the soft winds whistling
but they were not very loud.

Ray saw other droplets floating
all enjoying their lofty view
not knowing where they were going
unaware of when they’d be through.

His little cloud began to grow
and became a darker shade
with wind speed on the increase
as those little droplets played.

With a great bright lightning bolt
and big loud roar of thunder
Ray and his fellow droplets
began to fall from up yonder.

Landing on a green blade of grass
he ran slowly across the lawn
and slid quickly into a ditch
then into the sewer he had gone.

Ray soon had lots of new friends
that were joining as they progressed
with the sound of a great big roar
of a larger river, they guessed.

The bigger river welcomed them
and another larger than that
Ray saw people with fishing poles
all along the shores where they sat.

He ended up in an ocean
with the waves tossing him around
finally pushing him up to land
on a beach with soft sandy ground.

At last he could bask in sunshine
away from the rain droplet crowd
as he soon was lifted upward
where he found himself on a cloud.