Raindrops The wind blew with the sweet scent of rain, as the raindrops poured down on me. A tear rolled down my cheek as I looked up at the dark and cloudy sky. My best friend was up there somewhere, looking at me through the clouds. The rain trickled down the road as my tears joined the raindrops. The rain trickled down the road as my pain joined the raindrops. The rain trickled down the road, carrying, perhaps, the tears and pain of a thousand people miles and miles away.
