Rain fell through my window this morning. Not hard, and not enough to wash away the deep purple blue of my dreams. Instead, when I woke up, my windowsill was damp, and the calls of crows outside were muted. I sat up slowly, taking in the grey emptiness of mist that cascaded through my window like a sunbeam. Closing my eyes, I hugged my knees to my chest and let the rain make its soldier's march across my consciousness.

After several moments, I kicked myself off the bed and spread my arms wide. Surrendering myself to the sound of water, I danced a spin forever into the dawn.