Raindrops float above me on the sunroof window. Pools of clear, liquid camouflage. Puzzle pieces running into one another. The puddles becoming larger the longer I'm parked in the same place. The gentle sound of rain tapping on the glass - a mixture of popping and background static. My eyes become mesmerized watching the falling rain. The collected pools of water quiver when another drop of rain hits them. Pulsing like beats of music.
A thousand tiny islands moving and flowing and forming into larger ones. Streams of water running off into smaller pockets. A kalediscope of grays and light creating their own rivers. Constantly affected by the whim of the next falling rain drop.
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Isaiah 45:8 - Shower, O heavens, from above, and let the clouds rain down righteousness: let the earth cause them both to sprout; I the Lord have created it.