"Listen to each drop of rain..
Whispering secrets in vain.
Frantically searching for someone to hear their story before they hit ground.
Listen to the rain ...weeping..."
She remembered these words when it started raining suddenly.
She got her sweaty hands out of her pockets to hold her umbrella which takes the rain drops away from her & sentences them to death by hitting them to the ground.
She sees the people in the streets hurrying up to go home or to go to their work.
Their faces are wet..they're looking at the ground in order not to get their feet soaked in the small lakes. She smiles when she sees people jumping over the small lakes because they look like Ballet dancers.
No one listens to the sound of the rain drops on hitting the ground.
No one listens to the secrets they reveal before hitting an umbrella. They may live a little bit longer before reaching the ground.
Even she,who remembered to listen to them,can't keep listening.
She's like the others,wants to go home quickly before getting wet.
The rain drops cry...the rain becomes heavier...the ground becomes wet more & more...the small lakes get deeper...the secrets of the rain drops increase & the ground is covered in water by the tears of the drops.
