In awe of it’s power, she stood.
Rain sounds like soft clapping along with chimes being blown by the wind, played together.
What a beautiful way to usher in a storm.
Maybe it would cause such a downpour, like a river’s flow, that she could float along with, taking her to someplace better.
She shook her head at her own ridiculous, wandering imagination.
Nope, nothing was going to magically wash in or wash out, or wash her clear and clean towards a new start.
She was where she was.
And this was only rain.