Most Decidely, Rain

I know that clouds do not decide to let the rains tumble free.. Do not decide to wait a bit.. Do not decide where to share their unbidden (un)burden.. Do not decide that insubstantialities can condense about some specks and fall to us.. It falls to all for it falls to none to think change, to grow in potency, or to make the call, to let the many raindrops fall.. For the clouds, they have no rain. For the clouds, they are the rain. They dont suffer with the grasping of, the hanging on. They are suspended, sure but rains are not held up. I wonder too, if we aren't as well our tears.. . . . . . .