Keeping in time with other noises,
Blocking out everything else that is going on.

Dribbling at random down the window,
Softly tickling the clear glass,
Filling up the space.

Gradually getting thicker and thicker,
Every slow second.

I am gentle, soft and fragile,
Giving life, and rejuvenation.

Tick, tick, tick, I am crowded and crash into the ground and other things.
As I integrate into other, it is not my ending, and I don’t know when I started to exists,
I don’t even know when I will disappear.
Happy as me. Sad as me.
Will I be happy? Will I be sad?
Helpless like me, as I cannot control where and when to fall down as powerfull as I do.
I can affect whole ecologies.
Brave like me, although I don’t know the sense of pain.
Timid like me, although I know nobody can hurt me.
Who am I?
Why call me what I am?
And who are you?