Falling

A poem for a contest to catch the thoughts of a falling raindrop

 And so the thought was struck
 Letting go of mama clouds hand
 Joining in the exodus
 So many brothers and sisters
 Safe in the numbers
 Until jagged lightning illuminates the truth
 And hard cold reality
 "I tried to be brave for you mama"
 And then, no more thoughts
 Some of the various ones struck a girl
 And her bright yellow mackintosh
 But mostly, the road is where they made their burst