Raindrops of Despair

It was finally raining upon this lonely, dry earth. I wasn’t sure who was drinking the rain faster, me or the soil, but it seemed as soon as a drop touched my tongue or the dusty ground, it vanished.

As I continued walking further, trying to find my way out of this scenario, I tried soaking all of my clothing with the water, now coming as a downpour. After all, I wasn’t sure when the next raincloud would come by, best to be selfish and steal it from the earth for myself.

But then, in the distance, I saw it through the rain, citylights. I rushed towards that way practically skipping, jumping into any small puddle that managed to form. As I ran closer and closer to the lights, the rain lightened up a bit, and the sun began breaking through the clouds.

I came to a halt to find nothing. The lights were nothing but the shimmering of the sunlight coming off the raindrops. My knees landed on the cracked earth as raindrops of despair fell from my eyes.

In any other situation I would find this scene beautiful.

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