Rain flows down the window, droplets racing each other to the respite of the trench below. The window blows, sending rain sideways. The loudness of water hitting metal roofs and cars sloshing through puddles is amplified by the silence inside my mind. The stillness is deafening, maddening really. It fills everything around me to capacity and just as I think the pressure will become too much, it all falls away. The thunder stops, the water trickles down the sidewalk and the streets now merely slosh. The sun begins to pierce through the clouds and I realize now that everything is clean again. What was once tattered and broken has become new again. The storm was not in fact the end, but truly a new beginning. Standing firm allowed for change to occur. Is that truly what life is? Is is staying strong long enough to make it through the storm to enjoy the brightness of a thousand tomorrows? Is it running along the path of a rainbow and knowing with childlike faith that a pot of gold awaits at the other end?