The Story of Rainy Day

I love the rain. Most of the day I looked at the yard through the window from my chair in living room. The rain washed the glass whole day. Some drops came straight down, some twist and twist, resisting of falling. Some crashed with others trying bend their ways, some trying to open a way to get in others path, or trying stop them trying slow them, some tried being the first to fall down. Some drops in their ways into ground tickled the grass, dancing with dandelions, then going down very deep into the ground. There was dark not cold, a pure smell of life lead all drops down into the thirsty Oak tree's roots. The tree was waiting a long time, and now all drops giggling slide up to the highest leavs in top of tree to see the sky from the earth.