Its raining

I can hear the gentle patter

I can feel the coldness

Of the drop on my lip

The field is as drenched

As I am

The sparrow

Standing on grass

Shakes off the water

And flies to a nest

There were two baby sparrows

The mother sparrow

Covered them with her wings

Growing more and more wet

Another sparrow came

Then flew back to the field

Fetched some termites

Flew to the nest

And fed them

I lived a moment

Of realisation

Like an orphan kid

Yearning for a family's affection

( An imaginary situation )