Tears come and wet our face.
Our eyes and cheeks can be red from crying.
God sees our tears.
Sometimes we feel really fragile.
Sometimes things do not work out the way we wish
or we just want to start over, again.
Sometimes we even wonder: why does life have to be so hard.
Each life is individual.
Many colours, many kinds.
We all get wet sometimes,
by tears, by the rain.
Sometimes mud splatters on us when we are walking on a sidewalk
"Zoom!" goes the car or a loud thunderous "Swish!" from a truck
and we are wet.
Maybe we were even wearing our favourite clothes.
Or we drench our sandled feet
by stepping in a deep unseen rain puddle.