"Quiero ser una gota de lluvia." I want to be a raindrop.

In 5th grade, I was taking the writing assessment that the state of Tennessee required me to take. The prompt was "Pretend you're a raindrop. What would your life be like?" I remember that I wrote something about falling into a rainfall meter that was owned by my uncle, Brian. I then wrote how he took the water to my grandmother's house so that I, along with my liquid compadres, could be used in a hummingbird feeder. Let's just say that 21 year old Tanner is slightly different than 11-year old Tanner. This is my take on raindrops as I was sitting in a bus, in the rain, between Granada and Sevilla somewhere in the mountains of southern Spain. Enjoy.

I want to live like a rain drop. But I don't want to be just any rain drop. I want to be a rain drop that is just so fortunate to land on a car. Watch them. Watch the tiny highway system they create on a window as a car drives down the road. With guns ablazin', they smack the side of the window only to stay stationary for just a split second. Then, one, two, three, four raindrops come together to create a little liquid rocket ship and they shoot across the window. Once their tiny journey is over they join all the rocket ships that came before them at the bottom of the car. They then make a big pod and fly down onto the road. From there, they're picked up either by other cars or evaporation. Why do I want to do that? Well, it's not the journey that's important for the raindrops. It's what they leave behind. As they shoot across the window, they leave a clear jet stream that contributes to the tiny little highway system. With these little streams, tiny little water rocket ships or even the lonely, straggling single raindrops can jump onto that little jet stream and shoot along with ease. I want to leave a path. I want to live life fast and furious and see and do all I can but all along, I'd like to burn a trail across the world so others can do exactly that. Then as they drop off the car to what later becomes the final resting spot of these little rain drops. Except, just because their life is over doesn't mean they aren't continuing to aid in this thing called "life". They are working together to help animals, plants, and other organisms live. They're creating amazing bodies of water just to add to the beauty of this amazing planet. They're creating that mud puddle in that driveway in Lawrenceburg, TN that that little 5 year old named Tanner rides his battery powered Jeep through only because he thinks he's "mud man". They assist so much in this world simply by being exactly as God created them. This is what I'd like to be. A raindrop.