A Raindrop. (A school assignment, we had to write about an object.)
Posted March 10th, 2018 by waverunner
in a March to The Sea
March 10th, 2018
A soft patter against a window; the melancholy noise filling an empty world. The tears from the heavens above, descending on a ruinous, grief-stricken world. The dismal flurries are coming down from their glorious home above, and falling to their dejected deaths in a troubled, foreign place. They a telling a story, of both happiness and pain, triumph and remorse, life and death. A little raindrop, innocent in every way, has been taken away from everything it’s ever known, wonderful and beautiful, and being abandoned on a simple slab of cold stone, or a blade of spiritless grass. And just like a dream without any point in being dreamt about, it fades away. It fades away, and nobody even knows that it existed. Its entire life is simply washed away, like millions of others, in a lonely place, where only the feet of people walking by reach to. A raindrop, living a pointless life, if forgotten and abandoned, in a unforgiving, unmerciful world, where it will never be known or recognized by a single soul who travels past it. This is the life of a raindrop.
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