When the rain falls what do I feel? It’s dark and lonely in this place. The drops are all around me but I am alone among them. One drop falls and another and another, rippling outward farther and farther away from me. It’s this world. It’s another world. I reach out but I cannot touch it. It’s separate from me. I think that’s okay. Isn’t it?
Am I alone? Do I want to be alone?
Then I see me. I am here and I am there. In the rain we are separate and we are one. I’m not alone now.