Batwings.

Today was certainly an odd day.

It's raining hard, and the metallic ping pongs of rainwater are sluicing their way through my head,
begging me to shut my eyes and pay full attention to their childish symphony of pitterpattering rain on sidewalks and mailboxes, soft cushioning falls on silky baby flower petals, new to spring.
They want me to imagine being one of them.
A raindrop, falling from the sky down to earth...
an unimaginable journey that must be frightening.

I wish I could fall millions of miles like that, not knowing where I'm going

Clear and tiny as peppercorns, they scatter through the gray sky like my thoughts at night, my sleepless nights.

I wish i could fall like those raindrops.