falling rain

a poem about death.

i look out the window…
watching the rain hit the concrete.
I wonder if it hurts to hut something that hard.
I feel the tears coming back.
I look at my mom she nods quitly.
I look away.
A tear rolls down my cheek.
A confessed crime scene.
No one even botherd to solve.
So I watch the rain more.
Wondering
If I will ever quit falling and just hit my destination.
if i do will it hurt?