Crashbox

I woke from my back-seat nap last night to the sound of gentle rain on the roof. The regular drumming against the metal car was beautiful and comforting in the nighttime fog of fatigue. I watched the droplets trickle haltingly down the glass and thought of other days when the sound of rain was heavy in my ears. Once again I have been witness to the problems that arise from people's intense insecurity...rain in a way symbolizes loneliness and isolation; and those who cannot stand alone in the rain and smile are missing a great thing indeed...