November 4, 2015
You look out your window and see two children dancing in the rain. You try listening through the downpour and you hear them giggling,talking about hot chocolate for later when they come in. This is beautiful, you decide. Looking forward to the rain, and then looking forward to what happens after the rain. Almost like if the rain didn't happen, the hot chocolate at the end of the day wouldn't mean as much as it would for them later. You close the window, hear them still. You smile and place your hand on your chest where your heart is.