All of the things that fall on me,
Gone like a raindrop from the sky to ground,
I wish no one gets to see
All of the things that I see.
Of all the drops from the above
I have not missed nor blinked for one.
Over the noxious instance of weather
My body is cold, also warmed.
After this battle of crying to laugh
Forms nothing but the splash of drops,
And yet the humor of the tears
Will be and shall be unseen.
Irrelevant the force of drops,
How numerous the drops may go,
Of it seems to be shallow,
But I only see the deepest shallow.