A tiny raindrop. Here I am. Just been born. From mother - big, and grey. The world looks so far, far away. But I’m coming for it; or, it for me. Falling fast, with gravity at my back, and the wind beneath my wings - the world begins to reveal itself. I see birds flying high, fish in the sea. I see people staying dry, but one remains free. Amongst an ocean of umbrellas, there’s a girl who looks so…so…at liberty. I’m heading straight for her. Now I see, she’s dancing - dancing in the rain. Watch out girl, here I come. Closer…closer…closer…splat!
A tinier raindrop. Here I am. Just been born. From a splat and a split, on the hair of a girl. A dancing girl. As a girl stomps her left foot, I feel the vibration move through her, then through me, then through her again. As a girl stomps her right, the vibration comes again - through her, then me, then her again. This girl’s not dancing alone, she’s dancing with me - the umbrella folk are unawares. As we dance, I start to move, slowly down this strand of hair. With a slip and a slide, I find myself clinging, to the very tip of the strand - right on her fringe. I can see her eye, and - for a moment - she can see me. She stops. She smiles. Then, at liberty, she shakes her head - like a dog does when wet - I couldn’t hold on. I’ve taken flight, heading toward a small yellow, bush. Closer…closer…closer…splat!
The tiniest raindrop. Here I am. Just been born. On the petal of a bright yellow flower - its scent is not entirely its own; but, one of petrichor - made with the flower, my brothers, my sisters, and me. We slide down slowly, toward the stem. It takes a few stops and a few starts; but, I reach the ground. The earth now guides me. Between blades of grass, I meander until the grass is no more. I’ve reached a path - a man-made path. Through a crevice in the concrete, I continue to move. I gather pace. A look left, and a look right reveal more like me - we’re heading the same way. A look ahead reveals where - to a little puddle…a puddle on the path. The puddle’s not still - it ripples to a rhythm. As if from a stomp. Feels familiar. Here I come. Closer…closer..closer…
A little spec of vapor. Here I am. Just been born. Mother is shrinking with each of us that leave her behind. Heading away - up to the sun, the sun in the sky. I see butterflies having fun, a blossom on a tree. I feel a breeze drifting by, as I leave it all behind. Further…further…further…until further no more. Looking around, I see more specs like me. They reach out for me, and I for them. As we hold hands, we grow heavy - but this heavy feels good, it feels right, it feels…familiar. I could stay here for a while. The world so far, far away. I lay my mind to rest. Let myself be gone, as we become one.
Here I am - big, and grey.
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain."
- Vivian Greene