I've always found something about the rain peaceful and refreshing. The sound of it, the feel of it on my skin, the smell of it; it's always been a mood maker for me. While most associate rain with gloom, I associate it with new beginnings. Rain makes things grow. The earth needs it to move forward, to live and to thrive.
Today, the rain has taken on a new meaning for me. I've been sitting next to the window watching little streams trickle down the glass, pooling on the window pane and eventually dripping onto the ground below. The sound isn't as comforting as it usually is. Instead, it's like a thousand needles prickling my head.
I haven't slept in forty-eight hours. My body is exhausted, but I've entered into a form of delirium that I've never experienced before; one that
