Rain Flowers

Today I was swimming laps in a cold, turquoise pool, under a dense overcast sky. All of a sudden, on every surfacing, I saw the pool layered with tiny miniscule white flowers; within minutes the flowers were large, burrowed deeply into the turquoise depths, and covered the entire blue surface in fragile, foamy, frothy shapes that lived and died within my each surfacing for breath. Existing for only a tiny, transitory moment of awareness of magic-the world chorused a song to this drama, loudly permeating even my underwater world. Laps were forgotten, my body twisted and floated on its back-now I was also water and the flowers that rained from heaven also burst forth on me-star shaped, magical, white, air flowers, grew over all of me.