Soul Mates

What if we were raindrops together? Emerging, we then fell out of our heaven. Separated, ah, yes, but not within. Say we're detached, yet birds of a feather. We can fall and freeze just as snowflakes do. But on our descent, we'll follow each other. In our spiral falls, we'll sleep as soul mates- melting into each other, my lover. Say, wouldn't it be fun if we were hailstones- falling on the heads of those living ghosts. All waxy, pale, and cold, frozen to the bone. Hey, say love; wouldn't it be something to boast about? If we were tears in two lovers' happy eyes, laughing loudly, looking up to the skies.