Far from the madding crowd

Have you met a raindrop?
The distant cold stories it brings
From the far away gliding clouds,
Far from the glittering towns,
Defying gravity with elegance,
Far from the madding crowd;
Have you not met a raindrop?
Did it never succumb on your face,
And lose itself somewhere in your eyes,
Only to stay hidden there, forever
Until, you were dying for some air?
And it carried your pain, along the lines
Of your face, far away, into the ground,
Far far away, from this madding crowd.
Have you never really met a raindrop?