Sky and Earth.

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I like to think of rain as particles of the sky.

The sky is in love with the Earth, and when it misses it, the sky tears itself apart and falls.
And we drink the sky, we drink its love and devotion and loyalty.
we drink its fragments of life packed within those sheer feeble drops.
The sky is willing to give away itself, not caring about all the risks it takes, not considering the fear of falling or what might happen to it after it reaches the Earth.
it falls hard, and all at once, raindrops don't take it slowly, they don't fall gently.
Desperate beautiful love, lethal love.

and maybe the Earth blossoms, grows roses and turns green and comes alive after knowing the sacrifices the sky did.
knowing how precious every single droplet of water was.

there is no doubts, only faith.
there is no hesitation, only desire to reach out.

I look around and see that a world was made of love.
I see it withing the winds,
I see it in tides.
I see it everywhere I look.
and I wish deeply if people learned how to love like nature.

a love that is unconditional, and unassuming,
and pure.

the sky wants nothing back from the Earth other than seeing it flourish,
the tides want  nothing from shores her than reaching out and wash and washing away it's loneliness.
the sun wants nothing but to warm the planets.
a world made of love,
no demands, and no fears.

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