Precipitation Poem by Gene Orr

I sit here all weary and tired
What has come of me today
Nothing left I feel uninspired
These empty words I say

It's as if I am a drop in the ocean
Swirling around a vortex
Rubbing the drops of all those seen
The feelings are complex

Traveling up to the heavens
I begin to make my descent
Falling down now rapidly
I see the earths intent

A slushy mixture of soft earth and water
I set and become all hard
The influence we have on our lives
Can sometimes slow and retard

Once again I see all of my friends
They fall and make me wet
We run away down the path
That hasn't already set

To be once more
At oceans door
I feel somewhat relieved
That all this time
We went along
To see what I had dreamed