Its raining today. Outside I can hear the cars streaming through the streets, kicking up the groundwater as they zoom along to their monotonous destinations. I wonder if they stop and look at rain like I do.

Its hard to say why is so therapeutic to me. Perhaps it has something to do with the organic rhythm of pitter-patter it plays. Perhaps its the way that it changes my perspective on the world, reflecting lights from the world above off the ground. Perhaps its the cool feel of the sporadic drops against my skin. Who cares? Rain is now, and forever will be, one of natures most simplistically beautiful events. It brings life, in more way than one. It breaks monotony. it refreshes and invigorates a dull, superficial existence.

Rain is my therapist.