Little Drop

An individual rain drop is confused about what he wants to be (More for kids).

Tim Buckley

Words: 207

Copyright 2011

 

LITTLE DROP

 

 

Little Drop of water, was sad and mad one day.

He made the clouds turn dark,

 His mood made them turn gray.

Whined little water with hot wind, “Mother, what will I be?

I want to shine like Uncle Dew, who’s happy, glad, and free.

I want to stretch like Cousin Drip, who hangs in kitchen sinks;

Or flash a Brother Ice Cube smile, when boating in cold drinks.

I want to hiss like Sister Steam, who straightens wrinkled ties.

I’ll pool, stagnate and vaporize, from sitting in this sky!

I want to be a part of things, feeling full flow motion.

 Fall to a lake, a stream, a, wait! How about the ocean!

Just think about it, Mother dear, to be part of the sea.

Saddened no longer I would act with many drops like me!”

So mom and son rained from the sky, and had a stormy fall.

They splashed into the ocean huge, becoming part of all.

But Little Drop complained again, “I’m unlike no-one else. 

I must go back into a cloud, where I can be myself!”

“It’s too late!" Mother scolded him, "There’s nothing I can do.”

So Little Drop was sad,

 Which turned the ocean blue.

 

                     

Reviews

[Marie]

Another funny one. We all want to be what we aren't, and then we all want to be what we were.