The trees they do not move, and the flowers stand still in amazement as the rainfall beats louder and louder.
Do they know something I do not?
The single blade of grass I quickly notice has no purpose but to find one single drop.
Staring into nothingness, I can’t help but feel everything.
The landscape stays silent as the rain comes down harder and harder. The people surrounding are running faster and faster.
They run to escape the dampness, but everything surrounding their distress rests in calmness.
Does nature know something I do not? Why am I not running to find shelter?
Closing my eyes, the questions disappear, and I began to catch a feeling that I know nothing.
With my eyes closed, I see everything.
I do not hear voices of yesterday or see a vision for tomorrow. Rain is all I sense as I stand and wonder how long it has been waiting for me.
It is always present but why does it feel so different and each drop sound so distinct.
Quickly I open my eyes to look for that one single blade of grass different from the millions of others, but my search reveals nothing.
A single drop of rain trickles down my forehead. My search is over.
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