Rain

                               People I know complain about the rain, for where I live it rains a lot. I however will stand in it, looking at the sky. Have you ever been at that crossroads, where you can't do anything but look at the sky in wonder because it is bigger than you can ever hope to be.
                                 It is hard to capture feelings in writing. People, classmates are always asking my about the fact that my art and writing always seems to mention rain and/or tears. The thing is I find truth in the rain, the water falling. The clouds cry you know, the rain is just their sorrow at what they cannot change about us. They and the sky see us always, see our cruelty and our hopes. It sees the good and bad in us, just as God can. For me rain is forgiveness, it washes those who need it clean. It wipes certain slates clean.
                     There was this book I read once. It was called Fearless by Tom Lott, I believe. I wept throughout the book, it was so amazing and sad at the same time. Well worth the read, I highly recommend it.