What is it like to be a raindrop?
If a raindrop had thoughts:
I was born into this world by a magical event of the dear elements hydrogen and oxygen,
I am simply shaped and wonderfully made,
My life is simple and waning,
And yet, long and meaningful,
I will fall from a cloud and skip across the streets,
Lick the face of a young child,
or patter onto the roof of a home,
I'll splatter,
I'll fall,
And that journey will end,
I'll become but a vapor,
and then,
experience it all over again.
Wow ... that was totally random but I felt like being creative?
What is it like to be a computer mouse?