the clouds were breathing out tremors of lightning with a heavy blue. I felt as if children would fall down as I walked home in the rain. I stopped to look at what appeared to be a small group of slugs or maggots squirming on the surface of the street. as I peer closer I discovered that there were small discrete drops of rain that struggled to cohere to each other and that were finding difficulty in running into the gutter and off to wherever they are off to. somehow they had lost their knowledge of liquidity. the jello accumulated and I waded through the bead pit down the street. 

not knowing what to do about the matter I continued on home, leaving them their, not knowing what to do about it. I feared that picking them up would be a mistake, although I must confess, I did go back, I did pick up a few of them and held them there in my open palm.