A measure of time

Strange how one can know someone for only 3 months and feel like they've known each other for life. And yet, with someone else, one who is more dear whom they have known for years, one feels like they hardly know each other very much at all.

Is it a matter of taking things too much for granted, or everything just boils down to affinity and destiny? That one has been pre-destined to be more in touch with one compared to the other, and that regardless of how much time and effort, and in some instances, tears and heartache, is invested, that all may in the end be in vain?

Like it's useless looking at the sky for a drop of rain during a drought. For in just one fine night, a storm may awaken, and the fertile land in its aftermath may be the most anticipated, yet a most unexpected pleasure and joy of all that one can receive in a lifetime.