Its raining outside. Beautiful, life giving rain. Its been a bit warm lately. And the temperature has dropped to perfection. I can hear the cars outside, swooshing through the wet. I don't envy their drivers. Occasionally a siren will go off, followed by the blast of a horn as the emergency driver tries to navigate his way through the bustle of peak hour.
Outside the sky is grey. Tonights beautiful sunset has been robbed. The skyline is obscured by a thick grey curtain. It dims the light. I should be able to see out, at the distant lights, but they are beyond the monotony. I stare out, and a breeze caresses my cheek, reminding me of the good things to come. Change is inevitabe, though independant of our needs and desires. Not unlike the coming of the rain.
Life goes on, and the world still turns. And I await the rain, the life giver who rejuvenates my soul.