Evaporation

I woke at 2 AM to the sound of torrential rain tapping on my bedroom window. I did some watering of new plants at 7 AM in preparation for another 90+ (32+C) degree day. There was no evidence of the many thousands of gallons of water, uncountable rain drops, that had showered my neighborhood. None. It had all evaporated. 

I am thinking about the fact that water is life on Earth. Without it, there would be none, as we know it. 

I consider my own life and the billions of human lives around me. Like the night rain, there will be a time when our individual and societal lives will be evaporated without a trace. Is this perhaps the sacred mystery of life? If we let go of the fearful myths of an afterlife, doesn't this transience of our shared lives make them more precious, more sacred in themselves?

I do not regret evaporating like the rain. The majestic rain from towering clouds high above the ground. The life-giving rain, the cleansing rain, the thirst-quenching rain.