it's surprising what rain does to you sometimes... the morning after, you can look up to the sky and feel the calm, clear beauty. as if the slate has been wiped clean, ready for many more scribblings... and if you look down at the soil, the mud, the slush...well, that's what perspective is. one event, different perceptions. one night of rain, so many lessons.
and between all this, rain remains what it is.
pure, sacred, divine.
like love. like her.