The water that forms the gentle, meandering rivers and kisses one's cheeks as pattering rain is the same water that makes roaring tsunamis and angry, root ripping torrents. Water was made to heal. But what happens the Ocean can no longer heal because She needs to be healed Herself? Water, in the end, will be whatever it needs to be. *** My third entry for National Geographic's writing competition, 'Planet or Plastic'.All Rights Reserved