Researchers are studying a tornado's song and other 'doors to danger' in an increasingly chaotic world. (1)

Flow.

From a small drop.

To a small creek.

A great river.

Giant sea.

A deep ocean.

Bottomless souls.

Shallow language full of self-interest and dead trees.

What else can there be?

But the things that are already pouring rain down on me.

Follow the flow.

I cannot do anything else than leave.

Fear not.

I am the flow.

Can’t you see?

(I will come back to thee…)