Raindrop Poem by Emma Mcullough

What is the life of a raindrop like I wonder;
When the clouds are their waters shedding.
What is it like to fly within the thunder;
Is it perhaps like sledding?
Like skiing perchance, down a cliff sheer;
Racing to the bottom of the plunge then;
Waiting for the lift of the sunlight clear;
That brings you up to the peak to plunge again.
It must be a rush, an exciting adventure,
Forever sledding worldwide: what a thrill!
An undying life, every day full of adventure,
But I wonder: does a raindrop ever want to just be still?