The rain drips down the window, making little rivets of water, all the way down the glass to the window pane. As I sit and watch all little drops of water rain down from the heavens I think. I think about how my life would be different and try and piece the ruined shards of my life back together to make them whole again. I try to sew the tatters of my world back together. I think about how fast life moves and the chances I never get to take. I try and stop and look around but every time I get close, the chance slips away and yet again, life is speeding by. I’m barely hanging onto it, hanging on by a thread. The tiny beads of water…slipping away, just slipping away into the mushy, wet ground. Heaven sends me blessings, I just wish I could grab them all, and never let them go. But as all good things must come to an end and the little drops finally stop, and the hopes and dreams I see in them finally stop hitting the ground.