Monomad: A pilgrim and raindrops

Rain, again and again... Wherever these feet stepped, raindrops were everywhere. Those small balls were so clear, sparkling as diamonds from afar. Some may fall because of the wind. Don't worry, there are still many more. The sticky raindrops on the leaves bring blessings to so many insects. Ants come to drink enough, others do the same. A pilgrim (moth) was sleeping with his wings spread, I believe he had just drunk the raindrops.