Raindrops

When the sun doesn't show his face

God cries to let me know my stature

I gaze at the window and watch the race

The tires can bear no traction

But cannot match their velocity

Each one its own orb

Such as me, you, and the ones who stare

Racing on a flat surface we call Earth

You think I'm wrong; I can tell

But there are ones who creep

Ones who stop

Ones who weep

And ones who hit incredible speeds

Some tremble in uncertainty

Some leave their own thoughts in the dust

But still my gaze never fails

Taking in the sky's somber details

And trying to find myself

What kind of raindrop I am

What kind you are

And what makes up our tears

That's the question

The clouds never answer

Yet remind us something pivotal

We are all small in scale

Each a raindrop with our own tale