The rain falls in the void

The rain, the encounters, fall...in a hyperbole. Watching the raindrops bifurcate seems so calming, the drops just fall off. Briefly constructing themselves against the surfaces around them, and then gone... Their departure as brief as their encounter, almost as if each raindrop in sequence only gains its form from the precedents and pathways that preceded, yet are capable of taking independent form and paths. Their constitution is fragmentary, distributed, brief. The rain falls....The rain, ex nhilo, always apparent, yet never manifest, seeks to forge itself in a path of movement, broken, splashing, fragmenting on impact.