Reflections in a raindrop...

The raindrop hangs heavily from the flower petal, waiting for any tiny movement to set it free and send it on its way...to continue its journey to the earth and on...soaking into the earth...down, down, down...finding its way to a spring, a stream, a lake...an ocean...
Water is a liquid mirror, reflecting images that conform to the ripples, undulations and swells as the water responds to the currents, the winds and obstructions.
Smooth water reflects an image that retains the perspective of the elements within the image. Rippling water still retains the perspective of the elements, but adds its own interpretation, transforming the image into slices and chunks of elements, making it difficult to visualize the entire image. Volatile, rolling waves reflect images much too quickly to comprehend the elements or the perspective. But the raindrop...tiny, seemingly insignificant...reflects an image that transforms the elements...
When life is smooth, it is easy for us to see how we fit into the various elements of life...easy to clearly see our path, our goals, our destination...but when currents, winds and obstructions distort that image, we start to miss significant elements within the image. Our path, our goals and our destination become bits and pieces of elements that we try to put together. When the ripples grow into waves, volatile and convulsive, the image of our path, our goals, and our destination becomes obliterated.
...and that is when we catch a raindrop.
In the raindrop...this tiny drop of reflection...we see ourselves...and all of the elements of our life are reflected around us...but in a totally different perspective. In the raindrop, we are the largest element. Our path, our goals, our destination, and all of the other elements...people...troubles...difficulties...failures...successes...all of these are smaller and seemingly less significant than before. The image in the raindrop can remind us that who we are is what really matters, and while all of the other elements are still there, they are only small pieces of a very large image representing all of the little parts of our life.