A jar of raindrops

A jar of raindrops

And I sway and I shiver to the wind that whistles its sound of emergence and farewells deep in my bones and through every inch of my body.

I counted and collected every raindrop that has fallen since the beginning of time, offer them like a treasure, a trade-off, my big jar full of raindrops from every era. And in every single one of them blows that mysterious wind that haunts in me forever. Didn't I earn a shred of peace in this thunderstorm of times?
What else can I do, what else you want me to do?-Jane