Raindroplets
what is it about a raindrop that is so mesmerizing? Why does that one little drop of hydrogen and oxygen, with its hydrogren and intermolecular bonds, seem so amazing in a highly technological world?
The other day I was in my mothers car, on the way to somewhere else. I can't really even remember where we were venturing to, let alone why we were together on the quest. But thats not imporant at this point. More on that later.
While my mother was in the store picking up tights for my little sister's dance recital (incidently, NOT the reasons why we were out), it started to spit outside. At first, there were only a few of the translucent droplets on my passenger side window, but within a few minutes they were joined by others. Their placement is so choatic, it becomes perfect. When more and more gathered, one finally grew too heavy and gravity took its course. The droplets slowly slithered down, gaining speed as it decended. I tranced it progressed with my index finger, and at first i seemed to be going too quickly, but as it grew inside, my finger seemed to transform into something too large and ungraceful to continue to keep the pace. When it disapeared from view, i found another drpolet to follow. Within a matter of minutes, there were too many to follow, so I chose the ones that were just about ready for the journey.
It reminded me of when i was little. I would be in the car, waiting for a parent to get something, and then it would begin to rain. I would do the exact same thing then as I do now. An odd link to my childhood.
I happen to do this on any window, not just car ones. Something about it, watching the droplet strike, watching it swell, watching it fall. Watching it accelerate, till it blindly ran its course and then joined its fellows on the pavement. Something about those simple actions is just puzzling and yet hypnotic all at once.
It reminds me of life actually. Being born, growing, living and finally dying. But i dont want to continue along that analgy, due to the simple fact that in the human world, everything needs to be related to the human nature, not nature, where it originated. Where we originated. Long before humans, before apes, before panengeia, there was rain. There will be rain long after our civilization has crumbled like that of the Romans, and we are read about in history books. So, it doesn't seem fitting or fair to compair rain to ourselves and our nature, when we should be compairing ourselves to it.
The simple, yet fulfilling joy I feel when it rains, I hope never fades. I hope others feel the same joy for something that is so amazing, so in balance, not the annoyance many say they feel. I hope that little girls, in the years that come to us blindly, continue to turn their faces to the sky and smile. I hope people remember that a rainbow isn't required to make rain beautiful .
Wishing comes and goes, changing with our minds and whims. It changes with out material wealth and self-fulfilment. But hopes, and dreams, last longer and stronger then wishes. Which is why i choose to hope. After all, hope was the last item in Pandora's box, the gift to humanity.
The other day I was in my mothers car, on the way to somewhere else. I can't really even remember where we were venturing to, let alone why we were together on the quest. But thats not imporant at this point. More on that later.
While my mother was in the store picking up tights for my little sister's dance recital (incidently, NOT the reasons why we were out), it started to spit outside. At first, there were only a few of the translucent droplets on my passenger side window, but within a few minutes they were joined by others. Their placement is so choatic, it becomes perfect. When more and more gathered, one finally grew too heavy and gravity took its course. The droplets slowly slithered down, gaining speed as it decended. I tranced it progressed with my index finger, and at first i seemed to be going too quickly, but as it grew inside, my finger seemed to transform into something too large and ungraceful to continue to keep the pace. When it disapeared from view, i found another drpolet to follow. Within a matter of minutes, there were too many to follow, so I chose the ones that were just about ready for the journey.
It reminded me of when i was little. I would be in the car, waiting for a parent to get something, and then it would begin to rain. I would do the exact same thing then as I do now. An odd link to my childhood.
I happen to do this on any window, not just car ones. Something about it, watching the droplet strike, watching it swell, watching it fall. Watching it accelerate, till it blindly ran its course and then joined its fellows on the pavement. Something about those simple actions is just puzzling and yet hypnotic all at once.
It reminds me of life actually. Being born, growing, living and finally dying. But i dont want to continue along that analgy, due to the simple fact that in the human world, everything needs to be related to the human nature, not nature, where it originated. Where we originated. Long before humans, before apes, before panengeia, there was rain. There will be rain long after our civilization has crumbled like that of the Romans, and we are read about in history books. So, it doesn't seem fitting or fair to compair rain to ourselves and our nature, when we should be compairing ourselves to it.
The simple, yet fulfilling joy I feel when it rains, I hope never fades. I hope others feel the same joy for something that is so amazing, so in balance, not the annoyance many say they feel. I hope that little girls, in the years that come to us blindly, continue to turn their faces to the sky and smile. I hope people remember that a rainbow isn't required to make rain beautiful .
Wishing comes and goes, changing with our minds and whims. It changes with out material wealth and self-fulfilment. But hopes, and dreams, last longer and stronger then wishes. Which is why i choose to hope. After all, hope was the last item in Pandora's box, the gift to humanity.
posted by dragon's voice at 3:16 PM
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