Rain, or something close …

is one of those mysterious things.

The glorious  free-fall from the heavens,  seeing the earth in all of its beauty.

There is nothing like it and yet I find myself mingling with the saltiness of tears.

Ones that are not my own, but even so, I have become one with her and her sorrow,  happiness, indifference.

Mayhaps that was my destiny.

A raindrop to find its way into and merging with a teardrop.

Adopting,  no … embracing the saltiness.  Sliding down her face, touching her, knowing her vulnerabilities. 

I am one with every emotion. Yes, mayhaps this was my destiny when I left the cloud.

Joy?

Sorrow?

Happiness?

A blessing or a curse?  

Either way, something magnificent. Something beyond the expected.

I have become more than just a drop of rain.

I am part of an emotion, a feeling, a moment in time. I am more than simply rain.

I am … well, I am reality, beauty and fantasy.

I. Am. Rain. And I am more magnificent than beautiful because, well,  because I am.

I suppose I am outspoken, etheral, arrogant.

Yes, I am rain and I arrogantly embrace it.

I am fact and fantasy,  reality and imagination.

I am high on the magnificence of it all.

Part of those mysterious things.

The glorious  free-fall from the heavens,  seeing the earth in all of its beauty.

Yes … I am rain.

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