Thoughts

Thoughts I wonder what raindrops are. Science says that they are a form of precipitation, from clouds. Science doesn't know everything. Maybe they're all the tears of those who have died, weeping for the ones they left behind. Maybe they're the drops that spill from the Big Dipper in the heavens. Maybe they're the sprinkles of water from the child-gods' water fights. I wonder about dreams. Where do they come from? Perhaps the moon goddess drops them from her silver chariot as she courses along the sky. Perhaps they're the scattered fragments of the fairies' laughter. What are stars? They could be laughing sprites, dancing forever and ever in the skies. Or maybe what we see are the bits of light from the sky goddess's lamp. The aurora borealis, the northern lights, those sprites that flicker along the sky, what are those? They're the spirits of all the true lovers that were, that are, and that ever will be, swirling up to meet one another in a dance of love. Each violet was once a person's soul, each rose, a person's heart. The rainbow is a pathway for those who can find it. It leads to your heart's desire, if only you listen to the laughter of the clouds. Star_song