here it is:
And the rain begins to fall.
Gleaming streets reflect the lights so easily absorbed in a mix of asphalt and rubber.
Children revel in the raindrops while adults curse it.
Jobs are delayed, roads become clogged with traffic, the city grinds to a halt to take in the first rains of the year.
The first rains that come and go like clockwork.
Like the summer winds and the autumn leaves, the rain imposes a silent presence within our lives.
There is no escaping it, the inevitability becomes paramount.
And as the drops wash gently over our faces, our lives stop.
For a short few moments, we are only involved in ourselves and the rain.
All sounds fade away, all distractions ceased.
And for one short moment, we are born again.
Gleaming streets reflect the lights so easily absorbed in a mix of asphalt and rubber.
Children revel in the raindrops while adults curse it.
Jobs are delayed, roads become clogged with traffic, the city grinds to a halt to take in the first rains of the year.
The first rains that come and go like clockwork.
Like the summer winds and the autumn leaves, the rain imposes a silent presence within our lives.
There is no escaping it, the inevitability becomes paramount.
And as the drops wash gently over our faces, our lives stop.
For a short few moments, we are only involved in ourselves and the rain.
All sounds fade away, all distractions ceased.
And for one short moment, we are born again.
