The sky on September 7th was a revalation. The first rain of the season, and the most glorious weather this small town had seen in years. It came so hard, it felt as though it would never end and as most cursed the sky for all their leaks and floods, I secrelty prayed for it’s prolongment. Clouds made the daytime dark and the streets stayed damp as the suns tayed absent. I treaded puddles happily, and stared in wonderment at those diturbed faces passing me by because I had never felt so glorious. The rain had washed my mind clean.