Rain Lens: Genre Undetermined

The drops fell from the sky like rain, and at first we did not know they were anything different. A few were swallowed by people and animals, and perhaps we should have noticed when they came back out looking much the way they had when they went in, in shape, if not in coloration. But they would have blended in, and besides, who studies their stool? We only noticed them over the course of the day because one and all they appeared to be little worlds encapsulating whatever lay behind them, much like a raindrop on a blade of grass may shrink the image of the flower behind it into a perfect, gorgeous world. We did notice when the raindrops didn't dissolve away or evaporate as the sun came out. And we sure noticed when we tried to move them and the image captured in them stayed the same. The image of a flower, preserved forever. Or a child. Or a woman holding an umbrella. A bus going by. A splash of water from the street about to drench a man. All of them. They appeared to be indestructible, too.


Inspiration: www.flickr.com/photos/collurania/8538382175/
Story potential: High.
Notes: Could go either the science fiction or the magic realism route with this. Maybe both, but that's a tricky balancing act to pull off. But I like this idea, and what they might show that would be good, or bad, and how they could be kept, and why, and who sent them, and why, and do they want to collect them again?