The Bonds of Raindrops

The Bonds of Raindrops

It was from reality that I plucked this with my camera, caught on a rainy ocean cliff trail with my Mom. But the reality is actually the opposite, what really happened is It caught me.

Each drop is held together by the bonds of water molecules, waiting to tell the story within. How nice it would be to hold it here, like this, forever, in its own beautiful, dark contemplation. But to admire it too long would be to remind us of the unnaturalness of its stagnation and the patience of time would pass into weariness. When you can not stand to stay in the same position any longer, you gather your wits like raindrops and they slide together, their bonds broken and they slip away, their stories gone in the form of tears.