Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Rain Song

The stage is set to sing our song.

We never ask of how or why,

Or weather we'll sing short or long.

We're called to perform in the sky.

Sometimes we're welcome, sometimes not,

Still our performance must go on,

Weather we're a few or a lot,

Our nature is to fall upon

Audience awaiting on Earth,

Weather to applause or to boo,

We sing the measure of our worth,

Performing as we're meant to do.

We raindrops sing as we do fall,

Until we splash upon what all.