raindrops crush under the weight of their
descent-
a rapid free fall precipitated by angry
rumblings and swollen pride-
thrust into frigid, swirling winds like an
orphan in search of a cause-
but reveling in the freedom of that
solo flight-
it’s a one way destiny to a single lane
road-
where every second is prized,
but places more distance between
now and then-
there is only forward*