I woke up early to the organized frenzy of quickly falling rain. The clouds were sounding out a heart beat audible on the pavement. I love rain, it shows us a gimps of another world. One more open and vulnerable. A world of passion and poetry just hidden under ours. I walk the world barefoot, my long hair down curling with the wet drops. I feel free under the crying sky, free to be sad or happy or free to just be.