Raindrops on the pond

The rain threw itself with reckless abandon onto the ground around me, seemingly with no regard for its own well-being. The other people in the park had since evacuated the area, apparently under the false impression that the rain was somehow dangerous. I remained sat there at the edge of the pond with my legs dangling in the water. I hadn´t removed my shoes. It seemed a little pointless. I wasn´t going to be using them any time soon. They were nice shoes, black, very professional. They cost me a small fortune as well not too long ago. No matter. It was too late now anyway, since the water from the pond had already…