The rain is a lot like the world we live in today. It is unpredictable. Just as soon as it about lulls you to sleep, it comes just a little harder and wakes you up. Staring off into window you almost go to some dream world, and BAM a little roll of thunder about makes you pee your pants. You try to make some sort of pattern out of it, but as soon as you do it just frustrates you even more and you realize that there is no pattern nor will there ever be. I count the raindrops, but they change by the second. Nothing really makes sense, but it makes perfect sense at the same time. Then all of a sudden the rain stops and there is some kind of peace before the birds start chirping again. For those few seconds it is perfect, then the neighbors dog starts yapping and the moment is gone; just like life.
Being an only child, you did stupid stuff to entertain yourself sometimes. I would pick 2 raindrops and watch them race down the window, hoping to pick the right one or trying to see how many other little drops it would pick up on the way like that old worm game on cell phones. I rarely ever pick the right rain drop, because you can't predict something that you have no control over. It might run into a bigger drop and just stop, it might end up on the other side of the window pane from when it started. Just be like the rain drop. Who cares where you end up, just enjoy the ride and pick up a few things on the way that might just make you better.
