Bienvenido a la Teoría

Little drops hit the window. Little drops hit the street. Droplets, droplets unimportant, small, insignificant. Droplets hit my body. My head, my thin and long fingers. My arms, my mouth... Little drops hit my body. And suddenly I think Why is the rain special? It is me or is this magic water?  I feel like my eyes are closed. So on this beautiful rainy day, I can say I feel like a cloud. Scorched by the sun in the rain. And when the princesses cry, it always rains. But there will always be a ray of sunshine that embraces us and give us that hidden rainbow after the storm. ~CP