If I were a raindrop
You all had some great responses to this question yesterday. Let's put them down here (or come up with new ones... or both)so that we can share them with the audience, as Danny so politically noted in his previous post.
posted by Joy at 11:29 AM
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Well said, Niems. Well said.
If I were a raindrop I would be a celebrity, bigger than J-Lo, bigger than G.W. Bush, bigger than Kanye West's INSULT to G.W. Bush, bigger than anyone. Not only would I be a celebrity, but I would be recognized solely for the good works that I'd perform. What human alive can say they owe 100% of their notoriety to THAT?
The first time I used these words I had said that if I were a raindrop I would be terrified. My entire existence would be spent falling, constantly awaiting the smash of my body against the cement sidewalk below me. I know what it's like to fall on the sidewalk, when I was little and I'd fall off my bike or something and scrap my knees or my elbow. I always used to cry when that happened and I wasn't going very fast and I wasn't falling from very high--in comparison to a raindrop at least. I've heard if you drop a penny from the top of the sears tower it could kill somebody below you. If I were a raindrop I'd fall from a much much higher distance than the sears tower. I wonder if I would be afraid of hitting somebody. SMASH. Like that penny from the sears tower. And I'd shatter against your face.
But then, I’ve been thinking about this. Raindrops usually seem to fall very gently. I read that raindrops fall between 7 and 18 mph depending on their size, and the wind speed/direction, too, I guess. The speed limit in a school zone is 20 mph, isn’t it? So I guess that’s not too fast. And even so, is the shattering of a raindrop really the end? A raindrop begins and ends in a cloud with zillions of other raindrops. And then when they fall, the crash isn’t the end because they don’t just die off like a person would do if he/she fell from that height. Instead they end up connecting with all the other raindrops eventually. When it’s raining, and I watch the window, all the raindrops run into eachother and they reunite all together at the bottom of the window sill as a whole new body. Or in a puddle. Maybe life is kinda like raindrops in that sense. We eat other life-forms and use their energy. And then, when we die we give our lives to the maggots and worms and bacteria who eat us. And we become a part of the earth again—the foundation for a tree or a flower. Then other animals will eat the flower and other animals will eat that animal and sooner or later a tiny piece of the energy of every individul life-form will be a part of every living body. I suppose this may be what is meant when people talk about reincarnation. Even during life we are constantly sharing our energy with other people. We want to be individuals but we’re so adhesive to others. Like when you love somebody so much that you just feel like sitting really close to him/her or hugging him/her. Some people describe heaven as a cloud. Maybe that’s where life starts too—In some sort of vat of energy, like a cloud, before we’re all separated into different bodies. We a lead our lives separate ways but we jump at the chance to connect with those we love so we can feel complete again. We’re like static electricity. Similar to a raindrop, I like to be alone sometimes, but I feel most happy when I’m with someone. Like last night at Danny’s bonfire or when Janis and I waited for the train together after rehearsal yesterday. It is comforting to think that we will always be a part of eachother—even in a million years and we’re all long decayed, there will still be some sort of proof that I love you.
Also, if I were a raindrop, I think I might be one of those raindrops who roll to the end of an awning and just hang there, after the rain has cleared up, until somebody unsuspecting walks by. Then I’ll land on the person’s head. I think that’d be funny, I’d just have to be careful not to land anybody cranky.
I'd be a raindrop that's so huge that it crushes everyone and makes them forget that the phrase "If I were a raindrop" exists. Don't get me wrong, it works great for the play, but in discussion I think it might getting a little worn out. Sorry if I'm being an as- I mean a jerk.
Understood, Danny. It's kinda becoming the "wazzaaaaaap" of High School Rep.
Still, it's amazing we can still come up with original answers everytime we bring it up.
If I was a raindrop, I would fall during a warm summer’s rain. Where the cold rain feels refreshing on your skin. Where you start to run as the once dripping rain suddenly explodes over the sky, sounding like a gigantic rattle and you put your hands up to cover your head and face in a futile effort until you realize how much you enjoy being in this rain and everything washes away from you and makes puddles on the pavement. Where you feel so relieved and you feel an invisible raindrop sliding down from the bridge to the tip of your nose where you can finally see it until it drips off and falls away, becoming lost in the sea and confusion of all the other raindrops that patter onto the sidewalk and you smile and continue on your way and soon forget why you feel so simply happy- no complexities in this emotional state, but you keep smiling anyways.
If I was a raindrop, I would be that raindrop.
But before that I would fly high above in a big thunderhead, sleeping, until the cloud open and the sky burst with rain. I would fall speedily and end in an upward ark as I grabbed the tail of a warm gust of wind and rode it higher until jumping off and somersaulting downward, taking just enough time to reflect on my life and be satisfied before continuing my daredevil plunge.
I would hit your nose and slide down, unseen, until I reached the end and I would linger and fall, but leave just enough time to see you smile.
And as I fall away from you toward the pavement, in slow motion I would sit in the raindrop style of sitting cross-legged and watch the ground come close, knowing that I would hit soon and be content with that, because I would soon evaporate and fly upward just to do it all over, again and again and again. And I would be content with how I had thus far lived my life as a raindrop, and, in Nietzsche’s good faith and approval, be ready to do it all over again and again and again, not a bit differently.
And then I would hit.
If I was a raindrop, I would be that raindrop.
Awesome stuff here. Really. Very cool. Can't wait to put it up on the lobby display... speaking of... are you all okay with what you posted here being put on the lobby display?
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