Tantrums thrown across the sky
As one screeches at the other.
The starting of another fight,
The beginning of bad weather.

One by one they fall,
Fall from their mother's cradles;
Accelerate towards the ground,
And end up in weeping puddles.

Breaking into fragments
As they hit the hard floor,
The raindrop babies descend from the sky
As it continues to pour.

Millions of lost souls
Rise up from the puddles,
And drift back up, aimlessly,
Back into their mothers' cradles.

And the cycle continues,
The death of thousands.
Lives can be taken
In just a few seconds.