Morning Rain

A single drop of morning rain just landed on a drum
 And there upon arrival was greeted by its hum
 Intriguing, thought another drop, and chose a sleepy lake
 Big cousin rippled in return as it began to wake
 The third drop falling through the sky was truly mesmerized
 But disappointed as it rolled off glass above those eyes
 Thus, one by one, the drops came down all seeking something new
 They had a plan, like us, then found if vision had come true.