Where does the journey of a rain drop start,
Does it originate in the sky or within abyss of ever churning seas.
Does it rise from the ocean due to glory of majestic sun OR
Fall from sky due to its love for Mother Earth.
Does it run away with the free flowing stream OR
Sit gently atop a flowery dream.
Does it wonder whether it is going home,
Does it know it’s only part of a larger destiny at play.
Does it not bring to life a million dreams,
That knocks the doors of possibilities unseen.
Rain, a collection of countless drops, but each having a life of its own,
A voice of its own, a destiny of its own.
Some carry potential to break the dam,
Some to heal broken moments,
Some conceal the teary eyes,
And some grace the joyous hearts.
The possibilities are many, how can they be encompassed by mind,
Like the ocean you have to embrace them and make peace with ever flowing time.
Does it really matter where they originate,
Or only their journey matters.
Perhaps they have mastered the art of life and
Hence they choose to grace our mundane lives.