Rain
Would this be an essay...? I'm not sure. But I'm fairly positive it counts as creative writing. This is more of an exercise in imagery, than anything.
People can be like rain, once you really think about it. Rain begins in the sky, born of evaporation and accumulation in dark clouds, each raindrop born like the one next to it.
The same could be said of people; we're all born in roughly the same manner, like the person next to us. Rain ends on the ground, splashing surfaces and gathering with it's brothers and sisters, joining in puddles and soaking back into the earth. People die much like this as well; we fall to the ground, are returned to the earth to lay with our brother's and sisters, to nourish and renew our world.
But the events in between is what makes raindrops - and people - different, and gives them their individuality. Rain falls from the sky all manner or forms; snow, mist, hail. It's journey can be a short fall to a mountain top, or it could be a long trek to the a thirsty desert. It's shaped by the conditions around it to form something beautiful. Rain is like crystal beads falling from gray velvet, nourishing the greenery it lands on. Sometimes they‘re large drops, falling from the sky, wavering with the wind that whips them about, sometimes they are mere droplets. Snow falls delicately to the ground from a white pervasive, it's intricate design blending to make a insulating blanket of sparkling diamonds. Snowflake can float to the earth by themselves, or attached to other snowflakes, making big goose feathers that float to earth. Mist descends slowly to the earth, gently moistening the ground and all it touches, leaving small, clear gems to rest on the smooth surface of leaves, or on the time consuming complexity of a spider’s web.
People are shaped by the conditions around them, too. Some people’s lives are arduous, having to toil every moment of their lives to simply survive. Others’ lives are easy, having been blessed with good fortune, living comfortably. Some are strong in the face of adversity, learning lessons of humanity, while others crumble under the pressure, and turn in on themselves. Some are lovely to look upon, and others aren’t.
Like rain, we are all born alike and end up the same when our lives end. But it’s the journey in between, how our environment shapes us, and how we interact with it and other people - or raindrops - that give us our beauty and individuality.
People can be like rain, once you really think about it. Rain begins in the sky, born of evaporation and accumulation in dark clouds, each raindrop born like the one next to it.
The same could be said of people; we're all born in roughly the same manner, like the person next to us. Rain ends on the ground, splashing surfaces and gathering with it's brothers and sisters, joining in puddles and soaking back into the earth. People die much like this as well; we fall to the ground, are returned to the earth to lay with our brother's and sisters, to nourish and renew our world.
But the events in between is what makes raindrops - and people - different, and gives them their individuality. Rain falls from the sky all manner or forms; snow, mist, hail. It's journey can be a short fall to a mountain top, or it could be a long trek to the a thirsty desert. It's shaped by the conditions around it to form something beautiful. Rain is like crystal beads falling from gray velvet, nourishing the greenery it lands on. Sometimes they‘re large drops, falling from the sky, wavering with the wind that whips them about, sometimes they are mere droplets. Snow falls delicately to the ground from a white pervasive, it's intricate design blending to make a insulating blanket of sparkling diamonds. Snowflake can float to the earth by themselves, or attached to other snowflakes, making big goose feathers that float to earth. Mist descends slowly to the earth, gently moistening the ground and all it touches, leaving small, clear gems to rest on the smooth surface of leaves, or on the time consuming complexity of a spider’s web.
People are shaped by the conditions around them, too. Some people’s lives are arduous, having to toil every moment of their lives to simply survive. Others’ lives are easy, having been blessed with good fortune, living comfortably. Some are strong in the face of adversity, learning lessons of humanity, while others crumble under the pressure, and turn in on themselves. Some are lovely to look upon, and others aren’t.
Like rain, we are all born alike and end up the same when our lives end. But it’s the journey in between, how our environment shapes us, and how we interact with it and other people - or raindrops - that give us our beauty and individuality.