7: Raindrops

When we were waiting in the bus on the way home that day, it started to rain. The raindrops peppered the right window panels lightly at first. I thought they looked like glass beads. Or pearls.

The rain got heavier after a while. It pattered on the glass with a soft susurrus that was vaguely pleasant. The pearls on the window had melted into dripping stars that raced down the window in oblique streamlets. If I concentrated really hard, I could see the raindrops quiver. It’s like… they were afraid of something – going too fast, perhaps. We all are.

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