Little Rain Drop

 I drove in the rain today.

Not just spittle on the windshield but torrents. 

Wipers on full blast and still doesn't help torrents.

Can't see the perimeter of the lane torrents.

Go a good 10 mph under torrents.

It was majestic and a bit scary, but I guess all truly majestic things are scary.

And I wondered at the amount of water but also

how that rain, that drop, has been recycled for eons.  Found in a lake somewhere, pushed up to a cloud, to be released on my windshield--over and over and over again. 

If we do life right, isn't that what we're supposed to do?  

Recycle everything. 

Broken hearts,

Dreams,

Failures,

every experience.  

We find it, push it around a bit and then release in some new format.  

I am certainly not that 20 year old who was anxious, shy, close-minded, hypocritical.  

I've had many broken hearts and many dashed dreams and many times of rebirth since then.  But I've been able to use all of it, all of my life experiences, to make me into who I am today.  

Just as that little rain drop is recycled, so are the pieces of my life.  

June 7, 2021