Reflections on water

There's a great deal of water on the mountain. This morning I managed to time my walk perfectly between the heavy showers. In some places the mountain streams run with great force making foam and roaring as it races by, down waterfalls, rainbows. In other places it moves more gently; even stopping to rest in side puddles before joining the flow again. It's all water; clear from the sky, brown in the steams, mud underfoot, forceful or gentle. All water heading to the sea.