Do you believe in rebirths or reincarnations? Or better so, do you believe in eternal life? Well ask me, I do. In the past hundred births I have always been afraid of two things, thunders and pointy umbrellas. Is that not fair enough? Thunders are loud and pointy umbrella poke really hard. I never changed forms, I was reborn every time just this way- what differed is where I belong to every time. I opened my eyes and found myself resting against the root of a tree. The next thing I knew was that I was climbing up the root of the tree. And then for a while, I had dwelt inside this tree.
I found some of my folks here and we had our thrills. But soon, I found out one of my folks was leaving, he would come back they told in this very form but maybe here maybe somewhere else where I will not him again. I soon found out that we all were destined to go somewhere; each one a lone traveler, sculpting our own way.
It wasn’t long since then, I figured I was in the sky amid the clouds buoyed by the wind I also had some dust collected. I had now known I had a purpose- to move in circles from the skies to the roots of a tree or the tender green leaf. But today I did not want to abide to my purpose. Haven’t you always wanted to be the first in every thing you do, well once I too wanted to be the first every time, but, not this time.
I am a raindrop, and now thunder is the closest friend I find, because what changed the course of my life is even scarier to me.
It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime. I don’t want to be the first raindrop to hit the ground. I felt the burning sensation I felt the destruction that flowed with me. Mine is an endless journey through existence and non-existence; life and death. I might be a raindrop yet, what I now seek to escape is my own invincibility, my own immortality. I do not want to be the destructor of beautiful creations. I am ready to hit the earth with the wayward winds on a storm night and be the raindrop I always have been- seeping into the moist soil unseen and unheard like the earth tugging her little child that had strayed away from the mother, or add to existence of the great oceans or even be just a little droplet that could form a rainbow of seven colors.
“ I suspect that we all are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us”