Tumble and Crash

The rain drops fall into life like
we do. I see the rain pour and
all I see is my self and my
brother, years younger, rolling down
a grassy hill. I see the streets
flood and all I see is myself
growing slowly older, drowning
in life. I see droplets as they
bead on my window and all I
see are little pieces of me
being passed on to every
hand that I shake and every
body that I hold. The leaves soak,
the stench of rain reeks and rises
from the cold cement, the day sky
herds away for cover from the
clouds; but all I can see is the
tumble and crash of life - playing
in the mud, diving right in the
waters as they rise. Now! Life! Drenched!