the sky was the kind of grey you'd see in a painting.

i was in my car, driving out of my complex, anticipating the inevitable storm as the first drops began to plummet. then i saw a woman with a tiny child, laughing, running, four arms in the air, inviting the rain.  it was such a beautiful moment, i felt euphoric, like i was a part of nature, like i could relate to the joy of other beings, like i was finally free, like i could feel the child in my arms, soft and warm and out of breath, smelling like the rain and all the wonders of life.

this is why i wish i could paint.