Rain...

I'm flying, flapping my wings..
feeling the cold breeze, drying my tears.
And the sky is grey, starting to rain.
i try to fly high but the rain is falling harder,
I try and keep up with the other birds that are already up high..
I try harder and harder,
but the rain gets heavier to carry with my body.
I have finally fallen, onto the ground.
The rain still strike on my heavy body.
The mud has covered me into a hole.
No one has come down to get me.
my fate leaded me into my grave...