Raining…I look outside the window. In every drop of rain I see a face. I wanna know more about it so I catch some of the drops. Hey, I can see the face again! But, why is it sad?
I catch some more drops and I understand that I am that sad face. Tears rolled down and joined the rain drops. I realized that I was asking myself “ Why am I the drop of oil in this world? Why can’t I be like tears? “ They are sad or happy at times but they can also be friends with rain drops and no one can see the difference.
But oil drops can’t do this. You can immediately spot them and remove them.
They can’t be friends neither with the rain drops nor the tears.
But then… something came in my mind. At the beginning I saw myself in those rain drops. So there’s a part of me in everyone. Maybe it’s just me that can’t or don’t want to stay with them. Maybe it’s better as I am. Because, as years passed, I realized I have enough friends. Then why was I sad? Oh, it doesn’t matter, I’m hungry, Bye!
Another opinion by me!