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.
A Photographer's Heart 