The rain spatters the window in its never ending need to find solace. It lives amongst the clouds, hiding there until it can no longer stand the dark. The skies rumble and turn black with seethe as the cracks of lightning shatter through the sky. Little droplets of rain release themselves from the fortress from which they hail, in search… in search. They have come a long way, falling from above, can you hear them falling? Can you smell their presence? These tiny beads of rain prickle the skin of strangers escaping a place among the clouds.