It started raining just as I got home. I'm loving the gloom; this rain. The vague vision and water slipping off everything. This rain is the kind of rain of leaden skies, yet not sending messages of a grave portent to come. This rain smells like new. A saccharine lachrymosity heralding and the great unburdening of expectant good. Soak it in till every cell, pore, corner, nook and cranny is percolated. All is washed. All is good. Feeling good today. I must admit I miss you and sometimes I wonder if things would be the way they are today if I never said anything. However I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. Hence I will not ponder and wonder about what was and what could have been. For today ilykthxbye.