From My Grey Cushiony Home I fall!

From my grey cushiony home I fall
Glancing at little houses and buildings standing tall
Pittering, pattering falling on a rooftop
I hear children screaming “hey look raindrops!”

Down I go like a grip less dot of paint
Land on the rough but smooth nature and faint
The beauty, serenity and sense of amenity
Keeps my journey and I peppy

Sailing through curvy paths
Thinking of the voyage I hath
Reach the ocean where belong my friends
But let me tell you this isn’t where the journey ends

To say hello to the sun which was now millions of miles away
Slowly to the surface I sway
Up! Up! The accelerated air lifts me
With my friends back home I flee

Once again from my grey cushiony home I fall
Glancing at little homes and buildings standing tall
Pittering Pattering falling on a rooftop
I hear children cheering,” hey! Look a raindrop!”

Author Details: My name is Siddhi and I am from grade 9B. My hobbies include playing all outdoor games listening to music, dancing and reading mythological books.