the blessing of rain

countless drops of rain. each drop representative of the others. each drop having the entire history of the universe as well as future contained within its shape. all of us are like the drops of rain. derived from the same source and bound by the very source, we are representative of each other in our constituent parts. and that is where it begins in this moment. and from this moment on it is just a fiction that we have imagined. all of our endeavors are just a fantasy that we play on this stage at this moment in time. we coalesce like rain into streams and then rivers and then the oceans swirling in our currents. despite all of our movement, we never loose our connection to the essence of what we are and to each other. ah but we forget... it's easy with all of our earthly distractions.