Raindrops ➽ jack harries

❝They are invisible, yet the average eye can still see them. And when they fall upon your head, they spread, like wildfire in the woods. But somehow, even though they are still invisible, another person can tell that a human is wet. Maybe it's their hair, how it glistens whenever it has a thousand drops on it. Or it possibly could be the clothing we wear, how it gets darker. I don't know. It will forever be a mystery to me. Raindrops, are what we call them. I can't understand them, why they even cease to exist, yet I can't live without them. You will always be a raindrop to me.❞