She watched. She counted. Each drop. Slow. Hitting the rock below with force. So much force. Carving a small indentation over time. Each balloon of water exploding, driving into that which had been created on earth many centuries before. Changing it forever. As she was being changed. By the force. Not expected nor desired. A force created by nature. Man’s natural instinct. She lay trapped underneath, head turned, watching, feeling the erosion. Silently calling out to the rock, I understand. We cannot be saved.