Sometimes I wish I were a raindrop. You know, all of them the same? All of them forming one thing and not a one standing out, well except that one that lands in your eye, but I don’t wanna be that raindrop. I wanna be one of the ones that race down the car window, the one that you root for but doesn’t win. Why? Because even though that one didn’t win, he is still accepted by the rest of the raindrops, that one still ends up in the puddle at the end of the day, doesn’t it?
