to mine eyes, the rain pours down about me; a singular entity, but long before my perceptions, reversing time decelerates each individual droplet back into the sky, slowing to a stop at its point of origin. From here we can watch it all again, the ethereal vapor condensing into a solid, an identifiable notion, separate from the clouds around it, collecting and growing from absorbing similar particles until the pull of natural forces outweigh the desire to remain intangible. Thus we can again view the beginning of acceleration.

This is about where I am right now, emerging from that cloud. Fully formed and determinant in my direction, Only beginning to accelerate to my terminal velocity, being reshaped and reformed by the buffers blasting past me.