Luna, one of my best friends was sitting beside me, the sky was grey.... All grey.... The grass was green.....All green
And the sight was beautiful..... So beautiful... that I couldn't take my eyes off.
On the roof top the big clouds were too much visible after a minute or two it started raining
The beautiful voiceless raindrops all started dripping upon us gently.
"Luna, I was wondering what if the clouds are actually crying and we humans misinterpreted this as rain?"

"Wait what??" (She laughed)
I laughed too...

"I don't know why you think so random."

"But just think about it for a second"
,I insisted

"Well you might be right dear" she said

"Yeah, look they are just crying like us...like little babies who have no one to pamper them.......like the Romeo when Juliet left.....like an animal who is hurt" I continued

She was deeply indulged in my thoughts
"Yeah ...yeah you are not wrong though it's all about perspectives"

"How Luna?"I asked

"Look down the roof...What do you see?"

(I looked down)
" I see Flowers ...cats... grass ...people enjoying the rain..mm??"

Then she said,
"Now look at the raindrops again, maybe they are the tears of joy.....of the thirsty street cats, of the dying flowers , of the dry weather , of the people. It's actually the perspective"

Stunned by her words....I could hear nothing but raindrops

The joy in a tragedy, and a tragedy in joy.
Some may grieve, while others enjoy
It's up to us to shape the view,
To find the hope in every dew.

With lenses clear, we can perceive,
The beauty in what others may grieve,
For raindrops fall, not just to weep,
But to nourish, to soothe, and to keep.

"Perspective plays a role of the spectacles of life...with which us humans see what we see....It depends upon you whether you take the rain as the weeping of the clouds or you take the raindrops as the tears of joy of the thankful"

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Voiceless Raindrops