Answer the riddle and you may pass, what is the thing that can act like glass but can never break, what can give life or your breath take, what can quench fire and melt snow, answer me this and you may go" the fairy smiled at us as she finished her riddle before disapearing into the fog again. I turned to my companion and said "well at least this time there aren't any flaming baboons trying to ax murder us" he gave me an exasperated look "I'd take that over a riddle any day" he groaned.
"At the heart of each of us, whatever our imperfections, there exists a silent pulse of perfect rhythm, which is absolutely individual and unique, and yet which connects us to everything." George Leonard
There is a very hard bonding between Tears and Rain, often both fall together in happiness and rain. Samar Sudha