I got out in the rain earlier, the first time in a long time. The drops were cold, a sharp contrast to the warm air clinging to the remains of summer.
As the water soaked my skin, I had to imagine if the storm over my head was the same one over yours, if the rain that hit me also hit you. It's like the air we breathe, the same air, separated by miles, but not apart.
There will come a time when we can share the rain, share the air together. I look forward to that.
