My 22 year old, bi-lingual daughter wrote me.

“Look what was on Twitter: Soy ese 99,9999999999999% que de pequeño se quedaba mirando las gotas de lluvia en el cristal del coche para ver como hacían carreras.”

She says,

“My translation: I’m one of the 99.9999999999999% who as a child sat looking at the raindrops on the car window to see how they made pathways.”

Then concludes,

“Funny how we are all connected :)”

We can be in our own world of wonder watching intriguing, persistent drops collecting others in their path as they chart a course to the bottom of the window.

We can watch our children do this and join them in watching “the fishies.”

We can travel with another family and be startled when both sets of kids celebrate the fascination of the rain drop’s plight and, yes, draw the adults into the game.

But only when we share in words with friends, in words of an email, in a text or tweet, in images, even with those in another country via another language, do we discover that so many join us and have joined us in ages past in watching this most simple of things.

A drop of water, gathering others on its way.

And then do we conclude: “Funny how we are all connected.” 🙂