Things don't end so much as disappear, they don't begin so much as turn up. You think there will be a time to say goodbye but we have more to say often.
How isolated and peculiar these raindrops are? They are never still. Always unsteady and always on a move. Are people like that?, I startled, Am I like that? Do I prevade like a raindrop, fall and swirled? Will I ever allow people to obstruct me up and confine me to walls so that I drizzle where they want? Or will I make sure to fall freely, carrying my hopes and dreams while coursing my way through the leaves and dampening the field of my own, I wondered.