Water is always in flux
Like water we freeze up. We melt down. We evaporate away.
And like rising steam, when our physical form is stripped away,
we will condense into a cosmic cloud of love and being
that rains down memory and a sad comfort for those grieving souls.
Some may choose to sit in the rain, letting it wash over them.
But even indoors you cannot escape the soft crying of raindrops.
Change is inevitable, but it isn't something to fear.