A Million Raindrops

I remember one day…I couldn’t see the rain. I could hear it and I saw the ripples gently colliding on the surface of the pool water. Yet I couldn’t see it. The next Monday it rained. I was on the second floor of my house and I could hear it pour, naturally becoming apart of nature’s sound. I opened the blinds of my room and the rain began to fall rapidly and with force, pounding in rhythm. They were dancing-dancing to far away music, music that was unheard of. I saw them through my window, being filtered through the screen that enclosed the pool, before splashing on the surface, becoming one with intoxicated water.

Raindrops. They come and leave again. Come back just to leave again.