Thinking, once again.

As the flight takes off
I see rain
running outside my window.
Tiny droplets
flying away, hurriedly.
On each drop
is a dream written.
Taking wings, getting real.
Flying away to someplace
it belongs.
Or it thinks
it belongs.
We spoke of dreams
this morning.
Yours too
is written somewhere
on a raindrop.
Now all you must do
is wait
for it to fly.