Laying on the wet dew green grass, inhaling with depth the gentle breeze, wind is playing with my black hair, my hands are intertwined on my belly, and I'm contemplating the blue-gray sky after a tough day of study, concentrating with the dancing clouds and wondering, what if I was a cloud like them, roaming around the world in only few minutes, from north to south, from east to west, verifying everyone's situation, finding a sick, a weak, a neglected old person, a badly treated orphan, a hungry, a thirsty, a cold beggar, so I allow my tears to fall over them producing rain.
My presence may be a source of happiness for a farmer who has waited for a long time to revive his wasteland so with a short dance of mine, I call my brothers and sisters to join me giving that sad farmer the smile he always wanted; then, we celebrate with him the euphoric moment. But on the other hand, my presence can be messy, when I suddenly enter without anyone's permission to such a birthday party or a picnic. So, it seems like even clouds are not free from errors.
But what if...
"Hey wait, stop dreaming! Leave your virtual world and come back to your reality, as a human being" I could hear that voice that interrupted my meditation when a small cold rain droplet fell over my face, making me shiver inside; but thanks to that droplet, because I almost missed my evening TV show.