As the jets bounced droplets off my shoulders and rivulets of water flooded my ears, this thought appeared behind my eyes: what is this liquid with such magical properties that it is able to vanish from sight only to appear light as air, high above our heads, protecting us from the sun only to pour itself downward again and again as river making rains?
What is this liquid that hardens into an ice – symbol of our frozen state of being?
What is this liquid that knows to flutter down to our world to hide all that is soiled under a thick carpet of heavenly whiteness and that, from the rooftop of the world to the flat lands of Antarctica melts slowly, slowly to replenish life-giving, life sustaining deltas and seas?
What is this liquid that can cleanse, clean, refresh, wash humans, animals and objects alike? What is this liquid without which nothing can grow?
What is this liquid that is so essential to human life that even a few drops make the difference between life and death?
What is this liquid if it’s not the elixir of life?