It's raining

Fat drops of cool water on a warm afternoon. It's not dark, or overcast, the water is just falling from a perfect summer sky.

I love the rain, because it feels a little like a miracle every time it falls. Because it has a hundred faces, and as many emotions. The water falls and we receive the smell and luxury that comes with it.

But rain always makes my heart ache. I never feel more alone than when it rains. I stand on a balcony, or a stoop, or a street, with my hand stretched out, feeling the cold drops land.