The rain comes in bursts like a conversation, all day it is either wet or waiting in the wings. Right now it is so heavy you can hear it playing its own drums with crescendos and diminuendos to keep you listening. It is outside my window under the grey sky. It is out, I am in, it is loud, I am quiet, it is cold, I am warm, it is wet, I am dry. The rain is beyond me
but today it is defining me.