From the clouds I fall, like a skydiver without a parachute. I’m the equivalent of a human-daredevil, except there’s no risk in a failed landing, unless you end up in a field of cow manure.
I’ve been everywhere in the world, except at most deserts. We’re told to stay away from deserts because that’s where raindrops go to dry. Winter isn’t the best season for a raindrop. The cold makes me shiver, so it’s heaven or hail for most of us. Thankfully, winter has come to an end. That’s a good thing too because as a snowflake, the ride down is so slow, and I’m tired of being caught on people’s tongues. I’d explain to you how evaporation works, but that’s sort of a dry topic.
There is, however, something I want to get off my chest. There’s a really fine raindrop that I see occasionally through the condensation process. I don’t know if she’s attracted to me, or if it’s just another one of those adhesive or cohesive things. Fortunately, the two of us have been moving along in the same front for a while. It’s funny, I’m used to enhancing the effect of love scenes in almost every Nicholas Sparks book/movie, and yet I can’t seem to enhance my own love scene.
By the way, I’ve had some serious movie credentials. You know that raindrop in the “Singin’ in the Rain” movie? You can see me as Gene Kelly starts dancing and singing the song, yeah, that’s me. My mom plays the scene over and over again, pointing me out every time. And you want to know the worst thing? I didn’t even get mentioned in the credits at the end.
But that’s beside the point – what if I get rejected? I guess that would make me more of a teardrop than raindrop. I don’t want to get too confident either, because that would make me a vaporing water vapor. Maybe I should call a weatherman. They spend their entire life predicting my future, so do you think it would be possible for him to tell me if I have a chance with this raindrop? Do you think Al Gore could explain to me why global warming has increased the amount of times I fall and rise back up to the sky? I guess all I would want is a little more bonding time, or as we call it, hydrogen bonding. If this doesn’t all work out, my friends encourage me with the old cliché, “there are tons of raindrops in the clouds.” I think I might ask her for some runoff trip down the side of a mountain, or even a stroll through the irrigation system down by the river. But first, I’m going to have to get some money out of the river bank, I can’t take a lady somewhere without paying for her meal. I’m pretty indecisive, maybe I’ll dew it, maybe I won’t.
This whole situation is bringing me to my boiling point.
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