Raining Change ...

Flying termites in a wet nightfall.

Change is like rain, everywhere, flowing down from the invisible. The endless droplets crashing and splashing, forming puddles, streams, rivers and bottomless oceans.

That makes things to squeeze out from cold earth, to flex dainty wings and hop up in search for unknown suns. That lets a man going up in a hot air balloon see the flat world bending and rolling up into a huge ball miles down. That lets the night fliers leave no shadows.