A Poem About Myself

I am a single raindrop falling among millions of others
Splitting the sky
A single shard of water gloss
Plotting the ground
Reverberating silently
And becoming swallowed by sky
Only to once again
Fall
But though I am quiet
My thoughts are loud
And sometimes I am loud
And I pour from the sky
Bringing a fresh air with me
So that you cannot help but study me
And I am called by voices, sounding voices
Chau bella
Goodbye beautiful
As I am brought back to the heights
Not to the Earth, but heading up, up
Because my thoughts, my dreams, my stories
Belong there
I am not of the ground tribe