...when it rains

When I was a little girl, I was always fascinated with rain. The process of it. There seems something so dramatic in the way it is made. Then when I grew up I was amazed when I learned the process of hydrogen and oxygen atoms falling together out of the sky, then breaking apart, separating and returning to the sky again to fall someplace else in the world. But it's always been that same number of atoms. They keep falling again and again from the beginning of time, finding each other for that one drop of rain, and then losing each other again. I remember that I used to wonder what that must be like. Always falling and splitting apart again. I wondered if those three particular atoms would ever find each other again in the same drop of rain. Maybe there's this whole drama being played out around us in every thunderstorm that we're never even aware of. Loves lost and found again, but for only that one moment, for that one single drop. They never get more time together than that. After realizing that, I never looked at the rain the same way again. Now, the rain has different meaning. Sadness overwhelms me when it rains…