Listen to its drizzle, playing softly upon the roof, gently tapping at your window, a soundtrack for wandering thoughts. Sometimes its arrival makes you sigh in annoyance. Ah, getting soaked with no umbrella in hand. Yet strangely, when your heart urges you to cry on a lonely night, it keeps company with those who are alone. Its cycle teaches you: everything keeps moving. Whether you are suspended within dark clouds, or sinking into the soil, your life moves through phases too. You are a dynamic creature, even when you feel stagnant. And still, the rain goes on.