The rain falls like a fine mist, soaking everything before you realize it. The falling water makes puddles of our parking lots, streams of our sidewalks, and rivers of our roads. Bare patches of mud become deltas and nature laughs at our attempts to escape it.
The rain falls in the forest, yet there are no puddles. Every precious, life-giving drop is sucked up. What isn’t used seeps through the forest floor and collects in natural creeks, swamps, waterways. A cycle emerges.
Something we forgot.