Rain Drops
Have you ever truly thought about the rain? How billions and billions of drops of water can seem so uniform, and yet simultaneously be their own individuals? They can be a force to be reckoned with, a relief from drought, an inconvenience on a typical day, or the nightmare of a small child alone in their room at night. When those tiny drops of water begin to fall I can’t help but think of what they mean to all the people they come into contact with. Do they look at the cascading water with annoyance? Do they barely take notice? All those people and all those raindrops, colliding together for an indeterminate moment that will fade into the next. Will that moment, that one span of time when that raindrop aquaint itself with you, will it blend seamlessly into the next? Never to be acknowledged for it’s significance. Or will you greet that raindrop? Will it be permitted the chance to glean it’s true level of importance for the small role it has played in your life? All those raindrops and all those people, meeting again and again, rehearsing the same play that will continue for an brief eternity.