When a raindrop lands, it does not miss the feeling of free falling through the air, weightless and hurtling towards nothing in particular, easily blown off course by a gust of wind. When it lands on a window, and begins to feel the effects of gravity once more, it looks down at the ground with longing, knowing that the soil is there and waiting to fold it up in a warm, earthy embrace. It races towards that embrace with a hope not unlike that of a small child.