I wish I could be the rain. To be a single drop making that exhilarating jump thousands of feet down. Children would try to catch me on their tongues but I’d be too fast. I’d hit the ground and be swept up into a little puddle swirling around, dancing with all the other little drops just like me. And eventually I’d evaporate, swept back up into the heavens, ready to make that drop once more.
By Jessica Skye