A drop of water falling from the sky, hits a flower. The flower winces. The stalk bends. The raindrop deforms and wraps itself around the flower. The flower loses a petal or two. The raindrop divides into smaller drops that splatter outward in all directions. The raindrop transforms into splatter, the full moment of its glory, of its impact. The raindrop disintegrates, spends itself, spends its force. Some of it runs gently down, now caressing the stalk, some of it falls down to the ground, where it makes another strike, less potent this time. The flower rises again as the stalk recovers. It oscillates up and down, then hovers, and glistens with water beads, as if it were now wearing jewellery.