Existence

Tiny drops of water slowly running down my windowpane
like, playing connect the dots
and I watch them condense and fall.
thinking what would it be to be like a raindrop?

Hugging the first object it impacts,
hanging on for dear life (only just)
then slowly fading away.
I ponder their existence.

It gradually fades into grey in the nothingness of a thunderstorm.
I suddenly realize what I really want!!
To be engulfed by the rain's melodic voice.
So I walk into the rain, and I dance;
letting every drop wash away my fears and my pain,

and,

I knew how a raindrop would feel.

just to be so carefree.