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The sky is a dark sullen gray. The air around me has a hint of the
freshness of a newborn world. Chaos has broken through the gates of Heaven
and the raindrops are plummeting down at Earth determined to stay. Each
drop of rain tumbles down from the sky, somersaulting before the perfect
dive. Not fat drops. Their bottoms are not round like tears that spill
from a child's eyes. Each one is a professional diver. Straightening out
their limbs before the break the perfectly still glass surface of the
puddles beneath them, shattering them into one piece. Each droplet is a
thin crystal needle piercing through the tapestry of nature beyond my
glasses. These drops only become fat because after they land, they realize
that they won't be able to stay on Earth forever and they eat their
sorrows away.
The raindrops form puddles on the ground. Puddles, perfectly
reflecting light, are nature's mirrors. Watching the sky on the ground,
each drop that falls sends a ripple through the clouds, distorting the
perfect image. I reach out with my hand, and so does the puddle. I was
trying to stop the rain from spoiling the sky, I didn't want to cover up
the sky. Slowly I put my hand back down at my side. Rippling clouds are
better than none at all.
I watch these raindrops fall from behind my glasses. It's amazing that
I can see them; they seem to be racing each other, the next one faster
than the first. I catch a glimpse of one, admiring its wonder. Streaks of
light, clear and pure like a child's heart. I can see through each drop,
like seeing the world through a child's eyes, everything is so beautiful.
It catches the reflection of the lights all around; I can see a
rainbow through each drop. I want to look up and watch the raindrops fall,
but even with my glasses on I must squint, for they still find a way to
land in my eyes.
I hold up my hands to catch some of this wetness. The drops land on my
hand first bringing warmth and then a sudden coolness. Rubbing my fingers
together, these raindrops feel like tears, these tears are falling from
the sky. I look up into the child's eyes, "Baby, don't cry. Smile
some for me." The sky gets lighter and the sun creeps out. A light
breeze blows by whispering, "These, my child, are tears of
happiness." Wet and beautiful, it continues to rain.
I love this shivering wetness. The raindrops that land on me are cold,
but they still fill my insides with a glowing warmth. My hair is soaked
and sticking together. This is a moment you won't want to leave. You will
fall in love with it. You'll want to stay under the rain forever until you
realize that you're probably getting sick.
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