mad like crazy

As I walk down the street, that cold wind that always precedes rain starts blowing. We're only halfway through February. It shouldn't be raining.

If there's something I like even more than rain, is the moment right before it. Cold wind, smells floating on the air. Nature opens itself for a piece of sky. Earth gets ready for a drink of sweet, sweet water. Never is the world more alive than at that precise moment. Everything relates to it. Like a flower blossoms in spring, the world awakens when it rains. Birds flying back to their nest, looking for a place to pass the storm at. That lack of sunlight that somehow reminds you of those dark moments in your life.

When the first drops start falling, the perfect moment gets a perfect complement. Magic in a drop, that's how I like to call it. Life, that's how she liked to call it. But to see her, to see her was such a wonderful sight...