Rain Drops

Sitting in the middle of the lawn area, land covered with the green beauty of Earth, grass. The crystals of water all over the green land were the admiration of the person sitting there with a cup of morning drink in one hand and the newspaper in the other, with glasses on the nose to read the newspaper as well as to watch the surroundings, if anyone is wanting to take the fruits of his tree which were shining like a pearl because of the droplets of water which the gardener just sprayed to wash them. 

The person was looking like he was ready to eat anyone just as they want to eat his fruits but his reality was the opposite. He was known as the kindest and most friendly in his neighbourhood perhaps he was just too alone to be strict with anyone. He was the most wanted bachelor in his 20s but is now in his 30s far away from his homeland he is here being immersed in maintaining his dream to be the best artist for his inner self. As he was in his thought, suddenly a drop of rain landed on his eyes making him close his eyes to feel the coldness of the happy rain drop which were now being free from the clouds after being caged by the Sun of Summer, forgetting about the newspaper he started embarrassing the raindrop which was making him feel like he is not alone anymore. Enjoying his new friends, and raindrops, he heard a loud cry of a baby. 

The baby in his carriage full of toys, hanging around his carriage was crying being alone in this beautiful weather because there wasn't anyone to let him feel the inner warmth of the motherhood of the rain drops. Taking him in his arms and making sure he was packed enough so that he would not catch a cold, by the jacket, the artist brought him into his house. 

They both were enjoying each other's company when a loud thunder made noise perhaps showing the artist her jealousy of him getting a new friend while chuckling the artist made the baby lay down on his bed securing him with the pillows so that he doesn't fall from the bed. The artist went towards the window to open it for the raindrops to take a tour of his house when he saw a lady being messed up in the rain but then also there wasn't any hint of her sitting calmly and the neighbourhood was watching her like an insane lady when the artist went towards her taking an umbrella and a towel when she looked at the umbrella which was stopping the rain drops which were like tears for the lady when the artist gave her the role and made her come to his house after being in a long conversation. 

Entering the house, her red eyes were telling that she has lost someone precious to her more than her own soul. The artist gave her a cup of tea which was like a warm hug in this cold weather, which melted her sorrow and the tears which were swelling in her eyes started flowing just like how the rain drops were sliding through the shut window, looking like they want to comfort the person which was in her sorrow for losing someone when they heard a crying sound. The lady's eyes sparkled, listening to the familiar sleepy and happy cry and ran towards the room. 

Laying here the baby felt the warmth of the motherhood of his mother-like figure and started crying happily to find the love which was lost in the rain. The lady took him in her arms making sure he was safe. Looking at the love between the lady and baby he remembered the warmth of his mother. After sometimes the lady went away when the raindrops stopped seeing the beautiful union of the love of the mother's warmth and the baby's cold hands. 

Making sure she was safely at her home the artist made a call to his mother. Getting filled by the warmth of motherhood he slept with a peaceful smile on his face. 

After some days the artist got to know that the lady was s famous artist in her time and the son was her grandson. She went to take some flowers with her grandson to make natural colour and for a minute she went to take some rare flowers which she plants herself and that's when all this happen. 

The raindrops carry many meanings in the life of a human being depending on whom they are meeting. For some it is the love message sent by someone special to his/her someone special, it can be family, friends or a lover but for some, it is the tears of the sadness they are holding in themselves. 

THE RAINDROPS