The glistening streets riddled with millions of tiny exploding splatters of raindrops beneath the nights sky, illuminated by the subtle kiss of moonlight peeking from beyond the deepest of purple clouds. Thunder claps so loud it sounds as if massive forest trees are being ripped and torn from their roots, hoisted into the air and broken in half over the knees of giants right outside of my living room window... THE SOUND OF RAIN..... I stare off into the distance looking at the sound of rain, watching music in its purest form, feeling that feeling of being reborn. Inadequacy fades. I search my mind harder than I've ever searched it in hopes to find something I've never learned. All is lost to the sound or rain. Thunder claps once again. The storm speaks to me in the voice of a beautiful poem. A single tear escapes me. I now know the secrets of the dark side of the moon.... TBC
