The lines that join are the lines that divide.
Beliefs that connect, separate us too
They are a point of view—a perspective at most
Shaped by perceptions
Coloured by tradition
Inherent is natural variation – a fact accepted by a mere few.
Rain is an inconvenience for a commuter
Of importance to a farmer
A blessing to an animist
A forecast for a meteorologist.
Seen from the side of the line that joins
Rain is droplets of water that fall
Rain is atmospheric water vapour condensed
Rain fills Earth’s lakes and wets its soil.
It pours and we take shelter
In a gentle shower we pause
In a drizzle we persist
Like the crow, the egret, the parrot and pigeon
No time for belief, perception, or point of view
When the rains come, we do what needs to be done.
Such it is, at all times true
Yet the thread of perception, we hold onto.
What happens when the thread breaks?
I and you, and us, and them
Are our experiences, a series of many
Not much more.
In light of this view
There is no point to be made
Acceptance is best chosen
Because I, like you, need shelter in the rain.