She sat beside the open window in a meditative trance listening; watching the pitter patter of drops descending from the sky. No other sound exists. No other scene deserves her attention more than this.
A smile plays upon her lips.
pitter patter plop, pitter patter plop
Charcoal clouds move past depositing the droplets upon the earth dampening everything but her soul. She loves the rain; the cleansing effect it has upon her. She views it as a chance to shed the hurt and ugliness. Another chance to start anew as nature intended.
plip plop plip
Releasing the beauty within.
She looks to the earth for inspiration on a life well lived.