As though heaven drops the tears of joy of the angels. Checking if the rain has stopped, I looked out through the glass window beside our office elevator. It made me pause once more. I gave a closer look as I magnified each drop and smelled the scent of nostalgia. I was brought back to reminiscence of some meaningful memories I had with the rain. It’s been quite a while since I’ve found myself amazed like a child as it gracefully falls like a supernatural kiss of heaven to the earth.