I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine as I waited for my friend to meet me. The windshield wipers had been swishing back and forth non-stop on the drive over, and now that they were off, rain drenched the car in wind-blown sheets.

Strange – the way the rain flowed down the windshield in great streaks, like the very clouds above me were weeping.

I sat in the dark, watching the rain through the dim porch light of the house and the occasional flash of lightning. It was cleansing, somehow – watching something else cry.