My hands are outstretched,facing nothing but the sky above.For what purpose,I have no clue.What am I waiting to catch?

Is it a drop of rain to cleanse my heart?

Or a drop of your uncertainties so that I can drink it and know more about you?

Or is it a drop of myself,which I am yet to find?

Or is it to catch the last of snow,that waited to meet the summer warmth before melting away?