Little Puddle

The little puddle on the patio arrived last night.
It came from the silent the rain shower while I slept.

The sky is still overcast at mid-morning.
So the blazing sun remains blocked.

“So sorry to say little puddle, but you must go soon.
Your departure comes after the big bright sun returns.”

Sure enough, before nightfall the sun had appeared and the little puddle had disappeared.

Such is the way of nature all around the globe.
This pattern has always repeated and will continue to repeat.

The power of life or death is tangled up in the cycles of water.
That little puddle is just a reminder of a much bigger system.