No Choice

Spreading on pavement and into the ground Drowning the spiders, and drowning out sound Do you want to join me and dance in the rain? Fuzzing the hard lines of everything in sight Softening every surface with all of their might Do you think this could wash away our pain? Falling, falling No choice but to be cold instead of warm Falling, falling No choice but to add to the storm Hitting people and places and things Birds hide to wait for their next chance to sing How does it feel to wait in the clouds for your turn to fall? Hitting windows and fences and trees Making rainbows and killing brave bees How does it feel to tumble downward, hit the ground, do they feel at all? Do they feel it all? Falling, falling No choice but to be cold instead of warm Falling, falling No choice but to add to the storm