The rain

The wind is striking for the rain to come
and the rain is expected
The rain does come not long after the lightning
while the drumming of the rain upon the roofs has begun
like a symphony that is never heard before
but felt
and I am sitting in my study room
with my little book on my lap
indulging myself in small thoughts that take up my mind
The rain strikes droplets on the windows
the streetlights shine upon it
like diamonds shining across the streets
and I pull up my hand
and press upon the windows
which stained with rain
and I could feel it
the coldness of the rain
I play a naughty thought in my brain
I fancy that each and every rain droplet
has a tiny little story behind it
just like every living creature on earth
waiting for its opportunity
to fall
evaporate
and rise high up to the sky
and become the star of the night
just like you and me