As I sit here on my couch in my little house, watching the rain pouring down from the skies outside of my windows, I am reminded that life never stands still. We are never given a time of just complete nothingness. Something is always happening, life never breaks until it ends. The rain picks up speed, bringing down the leaves hanging loose among the trees. It thunders the ground, you can hear it in every part of the house. It picks up such immense speed, but only for a couple minutes. It returns to a more normal pace, the rain falls into a pattern, it doesn't stay falling at one speed for too long a time... soon it changes once more.
Have you ever thought of just one single raindrop. It gets released from the cloud, and rockets down to the earth. Never losing speed, but going faster and faster and faster, traveling to the ground as though it's life depends on it, when in actuality, the life seems to end with it's final drop to earth. It seems to end, but does it? When it finishes it's fall, when it comes in contact with the earth, it does burst, but is that the end? Or does it mix with the other waters, and satisfy the thirst of the earth? Forever alive? And then, when the water evaporates into the air, traveling back to the heavenly clouds, does it all begin again? Does the life of a raindrop ever end? It's a cycle; sometimes slow, sometimes fast, but never completely stopping. There's always movement. There's always life.
To be a raindrop. To know the aggravating waiting, when life itself seems to have ended because it's moving so slowly. Impatience begins to take root, and aggravation becomes the controlling feeling from day to day. And then, the clouds open, the rain released, life picks up immense speed. Unbelievable speed. For a moment, just a moment, the wondering if life has actually ended presents itself, but soon it fades, the raindrop sees the earth, looks around, sees the world, and knows it's living the peak of it's life. The most exhilarating times of a raindrop's existence is when it is able to fall to earth, that is what it considers to be living. And then it must work, and water the ground, then travel back to the clouds and wait. Wait once more until the time comes, until it has the strength and power to fly back to earth.
Is the life of a raindrop something to covet? Is it something to envy, to desire? To have those breaks in life, when life is at it's highest peak? When exhilaration is the dominant feeling? And life is fully lived? After work and waiting, the knowing that something fun, exciting, and borderline terrifying is right around the corner? That would be a blessed thing. To know that eventually a break will come. A new day will dawn, and with it the cloud will release you, and life will be exhilarating. On that day you will want to get up, and therefore each day you rise hoping that it will be that day. A day where you find yourself living, instead of wishing life would stop because it seems so incredibly pointless.
That would indeed be something, to know the life of a raindrop.
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