Happiness

Parched earth,
Expectant eyes looking towards the sky,
A single sparrow perched on a dry twig.

Can the raindrop choose whether, when and where to fall ?
Becoming the drop from the vapour,
Getting the body from the spirit,
Moving with the ultimate goal in sight,
With full speed.
It dashes towards the ground,
And brings so much joy,
To all others and doesn’t even live to see it.

For it has another journey to make now,
Towards the sea and then back again.