Galoshes
A gust of wind shook the raindrops from their secure branches.
As more fell from the sky straining to reach the treetops few managed to make it safely to the needles of the comforting pines.
The ones that don't make it...smack on the concrete; left behind to become nothing more than a mere puddle to be trampled on by yellow galoshes and other shades of rubbery soles.