the rain falling on the fresh soil that has become

your body's new home. Your death is harder

to swallow when it rains. I can't believe that

I will ever be completely happy when I look at

the gray skies. I can't imagine my heart will

ever beat the same as the drops hit the glass,

some scattering, some joining with other drops

as they dance across the pane. It's raining on

the outside but we as people usually fail 

to see when it begins to rain on the inside. Everyone

says everything happens for a reason but

I can't see the picture clearly.