The rain is so beautiful. The wind is equally beautiful. I opened my window as wide as it could go and leaned backward out into the storm. Hanging upside down intensifies the experience. Everything looks new and exotic. The rain from the gutter would drip onto my chin, across my cheek, and into my windblown hair. I felt free with my hands hanging wide open. I must have looked like a corpse hanging out of a window to passersby. I stayed there until my ribs ached and my fingers were numb...only to lean back out a few minutes later.

Catching a raindrop in the center of your palm is one of those rare moments that is so small but so seems so significant.