"Be of good heart" Vincent van Gogh
The rain started out as merely a drizzle. Like when you eyes water up after a good yawn. The drizzle welled itself up into a rain. A heavy, steady rain.
I love the smell of wet asphalt. I love the feeling of the sky's tears beading on the bridge of my nose, making my hair dewy like the morning grass.
I love that the moon is omnipresent in the sky even when the fog is so bright and white we can’t appreciate it by sight.
We can still appreciate it though. For turning the motions of the oceans and filling the clouds with two parts hydrogen and oxygen. For life.