Raining on the mountain

Good morning.. Raining on the mountain. Does each raindrop feel lonely as it falls from the sky? Or is it aware that it is a part of a great water dance? Is loneliness simply a charade?.. Because we are connected, not only to each other in tears and laughter, in fears and wonder, in anger and exultation, but all  of share in the same Divine Intelligence, the incomprehensible, unknowable, incomparable touchstone of our being. Oh, why do children die of cancer, why was there a holocaust, why did thousands of free men and women die shackled in the cramped holds of slave ships? If we are smart enough to ask the questions, why aren't we wise enough to answer them?... We are drawn to the same Divinity, clamoring for a response from the same Unknowable Being. We feel the same wind on our shoulders, the same sun against our skin, the same moonlight follows us home, into the same confusion of darkness when our prayers seem unanswered.