“Everything that rises [or falls] must converge.”
— Teilhard de Chardin
Every rain begins with single drop,
An apparent simplicity….
Each drop forms from hidden core,
Tiny spec of dust consents to coalescence,
Rises, falls in cold atmosphere,
Takes a million droplets for a single drop to fall.
Such complexity calls for wonder….
Where there is too much clarity,
It never rains…..
Only as inner space clouds, nurtures,
Expands, e pluribus unum—
Out of many, one.
Ah, the thunderous realization, the miracle
It takes for storms, for rain to fall
So gardens can grow green and
Oceans swell and surge with waves
As drops come dancing down.