Rain falls steadily, and constantly, to the ground outside. The weather is in perfect harmony with my current mood. Depression. Lonliness. Longing for a cure for my incurable personality. Nothing inspires like the steady beats of raindrops falling to the ceiling. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, drip, drip, drip. Clouds are stirring just outside. Though through the darkness I cannot see them, I always have faith that they're there.

~Amy Bohon, Wetness
1/5/09