Drops of rain is gorgeous for anyone to observe and to breathe in. It doesn't require any skill to take a perfect shot nor a perfect spot to paint a picture. I am reminded of the times when everything was beautiful and the air was sweet to inhale, a friend you could embrace so dearly. See her eyes, weary and cold. Hold his hand, rough from all the hard work done. Watch her breathe, delicate enough to hear the warmth in her voice. Feel his heart, pounding like a rock on hard surface. The many things that when we finally step in the rain, and to close ones' eyes, to stretch her hairs wide open and let the rain fall on her pale skin, her face, her hair. He stands there, watching with a wonderous gaze, he is calm and collected. Hands touch, and soon, both are embracing to the music of the rain. Bare feet on the ground, the chill that runs up the spine, we are almost there. We are almost there where we want to be and with your permission, securely hold my hand so I won't fall.