Death of a Dry Season

Plummeting, earthward bound, Falling like a stone through our atmosphere, Gathering speed as your plunge continues... Faster, faster, faster, 'Till terminal velocity is reached. But established as you are in the ways of the sky Still you fall, Doomed to die one million deaths and more. Object rapidly approaching - Pull up! Pull up! But you can’t, For heavens sake, save your self! But you won’t. It is your lot to fall, you know nothing else you have no other purpose. Resign yourself to your fate. SPLAT!!! You crash onto my forehead and I feel you slowly trickle down my face, into the cavity of my eyes then down my still cheeks, As if I was crying for the death of this dry season.