"Raindrops are falling from the skies every now and then. But who truly understands a raindrop? Did it really want to fall? Did the clouds force it down by giving it a kick from the back? Or did it willingly jumped off from whatever it was standing on, in the sky? If it did so, why did it wanted to fall? Rainy days are usually associated with gloomy skies and unpleasant, probably upset feelings. The melancholic gaze people would have, staring at the rain fall from the sky. The rain could had caused inconvenience to their journey of the day, and thwart their plans. But rainy days are the most comfortable for sleeping.
Clouds contain huge numbers of tiny droplets of moisture. Raindrops are formed when these tiny droplets are enlarged, first by moisture from the surrounding air condensing on them and then by coalescing with other droplets during their descent. Raindrops vary in size from about 0.5 mm to as much as 8 mm in thunderstorms. From the time they leave the bottom of the cloud, evaporation takes place and, if the cloud is high, the air warm and dry, and the raindrops small, so that they fall slowly, they may evaporate completely before they reach the earth. If they do so, the drops are called virga.
Who can understand the feelings of a raindrop? To you, in a rain, the millions of raindrop falling upon you could means that you are simply getting wet. But how would it be like, to the single, one in a million, raindrop that fell on you. They way it would slide down your head and roll down your cheeks. Or simply fall off your face upon collision. How did it fall? Why do you bother using an umbrella when in the end, your legs or half your body will get wet? Or in a thunderstorm, maybe only your head is dry? Is your hairstyle important to keep? Will your hairstyle determine the way you look as a whole and is your image really that important to maintain? Why should anyone be holding on to umbrellas to shield themselves from the rain, when the rain probably never wanted to fall from the sky? Your avoidance to the rain is akin to a stranger covering their eyes while walking past you. How would that had felt? Sometimes, the sudden occurrence of a thunderstorm seems to be singing to the same tune as my heart. Sad and unhappy I am, peering out of my window I see the heavy rain, millions and millions of raindrops falling from the sky, playing a tune to soothe my broken heart. It gives me the urge to get out of my house and run in the rain, n join all the raindrops and thank them for coming down to Earth for me. Thank the person crying in the sky for his/her tears that forms the rain. Rejoice with the raindrops for celebrating my broken heart such that my heart can start living all over again.
-who says the goldfish and raindrop could not be good friends? They can both coexist in the stream. Just that the raindrop could have had to be drifting all the time, along with the currents, and it could not stay…" -penguin-
my friend's words..never thought about rain in that light.. well well=)
"Raindrops are falling from the skies every now and then. But who truly understands a raindrop? Did it really want to fall? Did the clouds force it down by giving it a kick from the back? Or did it willingly jumped off from whatever it was standing on, in the sky? If it did so, why did it wanted to fall? Rainy days are usually associated with gloomy skies and unpleasant, probably upset feelings. The melancholic gaze people would have, staring at the rain fall from the sky. The rain could had caused inconvenience to their journey of the day, and thwart their plans. But rainy days are the most comfortable for sleeping.
Clouds contain huge numbers of tiny droplets of moisture. Raindrops are formed when these tiny droplets are enlarged, first by moisture from the surrounding air condensing on them and then by coalescing with other droplets during their descent. Raindrops vary in size from about 0.5 mm to as much as 8 mm in thunderstorms. From the time they leave the bottom of the cloud, evaporation takes place and, if the cloud is high, the air warm and dry, and the raindrops small, so that they fall slowly, they may evaporate completely before they reach the earth. If they do so, the drops are called virga.
Who can understand the feelings of a raindrop? To you, in a rain, the millions of raindrop falling upon you could means that you are simply getting wet. But how would it be like, to the single, one in a million, raindrop that fell on you. They way it would slide down your head and roll down your cheeks. Or simply fall off your face upon collision. How did it fall? Why do you bother using an umbrella when in the end, your legs or half your body will get wet? Or in a thunderstorm, maybe only your head is dry? Is your hairstyle important to keep? Will your hairstyle determine the way you look as a whole and is your image really that important to maintain? Why should anyone be holding on to umbrellas to shield themselves from the rain, when the rain probably never wanted to fall from the sky? Your avoidance to the rain is akin to a stranger covering their eyes while walking past you. How would that had felt? Sometimes, the sudden occurrence of a thunderstorm seems to be singing to the same tune as my heart. Sad and unhappy I am, peering out of my window I see the heavy rain, millions and millions of raindrops falling from the sky, playing a tune to soothe my broken heart. It gives me the urge to get out of my house and run in the rain, n join all the raindrops and thank them for coming down to Earth for me. Thank the person crying in the sky for his/her tears that forms the rain. Rejoice with the raindrops for celebrating my broken heart such that my heart can start living all over again.
-who says the goldfish and raindrop could not be good friends? They can both coexist in the stream. Just that the raindrop could have had to be drifting all the time, along with the currents, and it could not stay…" -penguin-
my friend's words..never thought about rain in that light.. well well=)
Although the fig tree shall not blossom
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on
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the story of the raindrop
