I heard a soft knock on the window. Looked outside, yes, there is an opera outside my window inviting me to join the audience. I rushed to my closet and picked a nice dress. I see myself sitting at the edge of my seat, holding a binocular and anxiously waiting for the curtain to go up and the show starts. A show that it’s put together by a million drops of rain. Not much needed to drown myself in their story.
Every single drop had a story to tell, every drop had gone through a journey from the moment that was lifted up to the sky to the moment that fell back on the ground.
I had a lot of questions in my head;
Did it know where it is coming from? Ocean, river, or a sea?
Did it know where it is going to? A forest, a desert, or a city?
Did it know why it is going? To nurture, to please, or to hurt?
Did it know what it will be? Fog, snow, rain, or hale?
Did it know how its story will go? Will it drop on a flower, on a tree, on a rock, or it will find a crack in a roof and enter someone’s house without invitation? Or, will it land on the tongue of a kid who is holding it out to catch a rain drop? Or on a face of a young adult looking up to the sky with closed eyes and falling in love in her heart?
And, did it really need to know the answer to all these questions to enjoy the journey?
Or, did I need to know?
I suddenly realized that this is my story unfolding itself before my eyes. I put down the binocular and looked around myself, I saw all the rain drops sitting beside me. All wondering where they are coming from, why they are here, and where the journey is taking them!!
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No matter how the story goes, where… why … and when…, we all together make the world a more beautiful place as does rain in the land of sunshine.