Raining on a Plane Crash

Oh no, the thunder whispers by
Jet-black suburban skies
Small drops hit the ground
Landing softly with a sound

What is it?

Liquid beads they fall so fast
Rippling arches in puddle cracks
Engulf the earth within a bath
Hear the falling water laugh

What is it?

Sad morose and sopping wet
His lonely street light silhouette