As I sit here looking outside the window, I see the raindrops on the green grass. I look at them with more intent, urging them to tell me their story.
Do they have a story? A story of being a raindrop? They seem happy. I ask them, “Are you not afraid? In a matter of few seconds, you will be gone.” They look at me and say, “That is the reason we are happy. Happy till we are gone.”