The Sound of Rain

       I love the sound of rain. Each droplet begins at a similar place, and each one ends in a similar way - by splattering on the pavement or other scattered objects on the ground below. They all fall together in the same direction, yet they all take different paths. They will all end their journey when they reach the Earth, and yet each one dies alone. It's a short, yet beautiful life accompanied by decisions and isolation within a group.

       It all begins with the sea, or quite possibly a river or lake - even a simple puddle. Together as one, the water itself is a manifestation of hopes and aspirations. It flows freely between different areas, or seeps into the ground for a chance at exploration. There are many types of water. It can be pure, or perhaps it contains an assortment of minerals that make it unique. Other types of water are polluted by its environment.

       Soon the water will begin a series of changes: evaporating and recollecting, once again, with others of alike kind. Some its properties were most likely altered during this time, and each is no longer the same droplet they were. The rest of the water they began their journey with most likely wouldn't recognize them now. The droplets, having been condensed into clouds, busy about with their existence. Within a few more days, they will achieve their sole purpose. For you see, they were all born to one day fall.

       With the passing of each droplet on the window pane, I hear them emit a soft sound. The sound made is unique to each one, and will not be repeated by another. Each drop of rain has been intertwined with another at some point, and together they form their own puddle. Such is how it ends.

       Now, I will give you a glimpse into my mind's eye. After all, everyone sees things in a different light, do they not? I most certainly had a reason for writing this. It was never meant to be just another rambling laced with pretty words. My purpose was to make a comparison, for I see the path of each drop of rain to be rather similar to the journey a human takes through life. Let me tell you the story again, but this time I will interchange the subject of a raindrop for a person.

       I love the sound of life. Every life begins in a similar place, and each one ends in a similar way - by closing their eyes and halting their breath. They all move together in the same direction, yet they all take different paths. They will all end their journey within the earth, and yet each one dies alone. It's a short, yet beautiful life accompanied by decisions and isolation within a group.

       It all begins with the womb, or quite possibly with the introduction of two beings or the feelings of attraction between them. Together with its family, the child itself is a manifestation of hopes and aspirations. It travels freely between different areas, or absorbs knowledge for a chance at exploration. There are many types of children. They can be innocent, or perhaps they contain an assortment of qualities that make them unique. Other types of children are polluted by their environment.

       Soon the children will begin a series of changes: growing and finding, once again, others of alike kind. Some of their traits were most likely altered during this time, and each is no longer the same person they were. The rest of the children they began their journey with most likely wouldn't recognize them now. The children, having become young adults, busy about with their existence. Within a few more stages, they will achieve their sole purpose. For you see, they were all born to one day die.

       With the passing of each life on this planet, I hear them tell their own story. The story told is unique to each one, and will not be repeated by another. Each person has been intertwined with another at some point, and together they form their own history. Such is how it ends.