The city rages on, undaunted by last night's furious rain.
But that would have meant welcoming the howling wind inside as well.
So I left half the window open and some grateful drops sprayed in, while the rest tumbled towards the ground and ended their miserable fall.
That rain pelted on my windows last night like countless tiny fists begging for sanctuary.
Those fists are tired now, they are pelting lightly on the same window panes, only rapping lightly with weak knuckles.
I nearly opened my window just to let them in and rest.
But that would have meant welcoming the howling wind inside as well.
And the wind was just a haunting menace that wouldn't let me sleep.
So I left half the window open and some grateful drops sprayed in, while the rest tumbled towards the ground and ended their miserable fall.
As I look out at the city, it rages on, nothing is changing on the ground as everything is changing in the sky.
