When it rains,

I am always jealous of the droplets.

The journey from the clouds,

miles above,

Cannot be the easiest one,

But they nonetheless make it down to earth

And I,

a rogue droplet in a sea of achievers,

seem to be eternally stuck in the interim,

Between start and finish.

I can’t seem to make it down to earth from my cloud.

I am jealous of the rain.