People say it rains for many reasons. It rains for the earth to grow and be beautiful, it rains because beings need water. When it rains I sit by my window and watch. The rain is mysteriously beautiful. The smell and the after math makes it special. The dark clouds that look gray, black, and purple. I like to think and be by myself when it rains. The tall trees sway softly the birds resting. My heart somewhere else. My soul with a cleansed happy feeling. It gives me relief and cries for me when I don't have the strength to. Even though I feel better alone Elijah adds the tone. As we quietly hold hands sitting on the porch letting the RAIN speak.