So let's dissect one raindrop by and by: The molecular structure remains intact after several chances of disintegration while reaching the green siding of the gray roof house that peaks through my window so unabashedly.

Simple, yet archetypal in size and shape.
Stunningly congruent to all malls, desks (outside) and lambs.
Lifted by an upburst of air, snares, and lairs.
Bashed by several thirsty tiny children on airs.

Although many people wish the rain to come and shelter them, I disagree since our culture is neither agrarian nor beloved by nature in many respects. 'Tis a shame to live in such comfort and be so bestial in the way we act towards the weather.