raindrops...

I lay completely still in bed…lights off…fan off…and just as my silence begins to make me uncomfortable, it begins to rain…and all my senses focus on it and it’s a beautiful sound…every rain drop seems to live a life of its own and you hear their story…is a raindrop, a raindrop only for the duration of time it takes to leave a cloud and fall on a surface…that’s kinda sad na…how long does it take to fall from a cloud to the earth?...isn’t it sad that even though it existed before it was a raindrop and it will exist after it stops being a raindrop, it will lose its individuality?...so it has to make its raindrop-ness as memorable as possible…that must be tough in a world where no one wants to be touched…where we run for cover…pull out our umbrella…and shake off the drops…where celebrating their short lived life is the last thing on our mind…
How many raindrops end their life on a face that was upturned and yearning for them...
How many raindrops rest on hands that were outstretched for them...
How many raindrops touch a smile...

This morning I made many raindrops happy…!