A drop

It's raining here for quite some time now. 2 days, 7 hrs, 49 mins and 33 secs to be more precise... The point here is I've nothing to do. It's the ideal situation for thinking. I think when they have nothing to do and don't think when doing something. What an irony.

My weekend had 16 hrs of sleep, 3 NFL games, few more hrs of TV, few hrs of surfing, my friend on the other side of chat window and the rain drops on the other side of the glass window. Watching that rain drop, I couldn't help but wonder, am I any different than a drop?


The drop had a good journey from the skies to my window. It had a fun ride with the other drops; some might be his friends, some family. It looked so contained resting there on the glass panel in company of his loved ones. Not for long though. Until now the drop had no option but to drop down. But now, resting on the window, the drop has never known itself to be in this situation. It has a choice. Does it want to trickle down with other drops to mix silently with the water below or does it want to make ripples as it fall down or does it want to stick up there?

I always wanted to be the one causing ripples. I always was the one mixing silently...

The one who sticks up will evaporate eventually but surely leave a mark up there. Other's like me will continue their journey with or without the ripples, eventually becoming a part of the ocean, most of the times lying at the bottom, Sometimes coming up with the current. All these drops have one thing in common, a hope, a hope to ride a wave some day.

The rain has stopped. Every drop has chosen his destiny. So have I. There's a current for sure but no wave nearby.