There are many kinds of water; steam, tiny drops, streams, rivers, lakes, oceans. The source of water also vary: rain, waterfalls, fountains, dew, mist...
Steam, water as a gas, is invisible. When temperature drops, its liquid shape returns. Above as clouds, below as dew.
Clouds are really highflying mist, higher and higher. Just like fog are clouds wandering the landscape, always seeking the lowest part.
When drops are tiny but many, dew blurs the surface. However, small drops unite to create larger drops.
When they are big enough, drops also act as lenses.
Dew condensed on clear plastic or glass, sometimes on both sides, creating the illusion of drops on drops...
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Bubbles are in a way inverted drops but still made of water. Or some other kind of fluid...
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Waves in air cannot be seen, but you can hear them. Waves in water are visible but you can't hear them.
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Recently I discovered that the local park had somehow upgraded the usual fountain in the usual lake.
More variations; less predictable but more complicated structures. As you can see:
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One day I was wandering home down the usual street. Then I suddenly noticed: someone had spilled a rainbow on the pavement...
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After the rain, temporary mirrors linger on for a while, reflecting whatever is near enough...
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Water condensed as drops, hanging or clinging to the surface of leaves or grass.
Remains of rain or evolved from dew. Shaped like pearls but glittering like diamonds...
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Ocean: A body of water occupying two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.
Ambrose Bierce
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
John Updike
Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
John Milton
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and the heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
From a drop of water a logician could infer the possibility of an Atlantic or a Niagara without having seen or heard of one or the other.
So all life is a great chain, the nature of which is known whenever we are shown a link of it.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, A Study in Scarlet
When oxygen and hydrogen find one another, their joining produces fiery passion. Out of this fire, water is born.
Quaint Victorian chemistry gives us an image of one oxygen and two hydrogen atoms in a fixed molecule that bounces around from place to place.
The reality of water is not so orderly. The hydrogen atoms are not owned by any particular oxygen atom. Water is a substance very much in love with itself,
and the atoms connect in webs and clusters where oxygen shares around the hydrogen atoms freely, a fluid situation indeed.
Ian D. Anderson