It’s funny to play around with the idea that, we are all water droplets, small raindrops, all our laughs, joys, sadness, fears, memories, and hopes, our entire personality condensed into a little water droplet. Each of us floating around in some random rain cloud somewhere just by chance. Sure, weather can be predicted by the wind, weather patterns, and season, however, being a raindrop and all, there would not be any way to control where you were to shower down.
 

Some of us happen to splatter on the cold metallic tin roof of a small town mechanics shop as a dull sound and some runoff. Or maybe on a quiet dairy farm as morning dew that soaks the cows’ feet in the grass as the sun rises over the wheat fields. Yet still, others scooting down the sides of aerodynamically designed fancy sports cars, and private jets, as they drive past, and fly over, the "Hollywood" sign.
 

Canada, Africa, Australia, Europe, even deserts get rain sometimes. All of us little water droplets with an equal chance of being in a clouded puddle on some street in Brazil, versus trickling down the old famous bricks of the royal family castle in England.

So, we all have known since elementary school that water is the basis for life. Now, you, being the raindrop you are, will you contribute to life, or will you just evaporate?