The story about water

Enjoying my saturday night with the magnificent sound of pouring rain in this exact time. How raindrops can make me feel calm and comfortable. Make me forget all dramas in my skripsi all of the sudden. And also make me wonder why those raindrops, the water, willingly fall down to the earth if in up there, there's a better place to stay for them. Altogether with their 'water family'. For down in the earth they are treated unwell, and in the end, will flow and end up in the gutter. But I guess they already have an answer to this silly question:

"Nothing is more miserable than becomes useless for others."

They know that they are more meaningful on earth, they had gone through a precious process before end up in the dirty gutter, for they willingly surrender their lives only for helping human beings. Because that's what makes them count. Makes them worthwhile. Just like us. Helping others will keep us worthy. Keep us alive..

For the genuine water and the smell of the wet land after the rain.

I wish I could bottle it and make a perfume from it.