I could sit and listen to the rain fall all night. The patter of each drop accompanied by a tympani of thunder.
If I could, I would be in it, or at least close to it. Perhaps in a chair on a patio, watching as the lightning illuminated the world. Blue flashes reflecting off the curves of each cloud. Showing a brief glimpse of the world now shrouded in darkness.
My heart is sick, and the slow trickle of a midnight storm seems to be it's one comfort. Where I am and what I must do makes no differences here. Every drop consoles my battered soul. They tell me it's alright, your bravery is not needed here.
I could cry if I wanted but the sky has taken up that mantle and allowed me a moment of peace.