I silently watched the raindrops fall and I imagined what would it feel like to fall smoothly into where I belong. It is a very ticklish and amusing feeling yet very new . To be in place, in time, and with people would make a good definition for an existing life. I examined a raindrop fall . It was beautiful. It was powerful. I drifted and so did my imagination. I imagined those raindrops as people falling and falling with their stories invisibly attached on them. They would go places and no matter where they land, their stories would always lag behind them. I wondered what story that each raindrop carried and I wondered too if those stories are happy ones or stories that are painfully sad.
I have always thought my own burden was heavy, I probably never thought and looked at the other raindrops. But when I did , I saw something I never saw before simply because I had never looked . I saw them struggling to fall. Shocked and open-mouthed, I looked at myself, shocked again , I saw myself mid air falling behind already.