When I look up, grey clouds float above me.
As I drop, they rise.

Tears of clear water emerge from the clouds.
They fall and fall, just like me.
Yet, not a single one of them blocks my view.

I try to spread my arms,
like the wings of a bird;
but I have neither of those things.

There are people down below.
Umbrellas held high above their heads,
they rush to places where I can no longer see them at all.

I feel myself accelerating,
and gusts of wind push me in another direction.

And finally, I land.

My body scatters atop a colossal building.
Shards of water break from me and fly into the air once more.
But I ignore all of this,
I am too occupied looking at the things below me.

Colours of all sorts litter the streets of the city;
they are turned dull by the dark clouds.
Traffic constantly moves and then stops itself.
And I then focus on other things, too bored by the dreary scenery.

The gentle pitter-patter of rain fills the air.
And I am finally a part of such.