I have never been a fan of rain. Gives me the blues a little. However, today I have a different perspective . I’m seeing water with new eyes. I am new, and I can’t help but see the beauty in living , moving water. Water that carves it’s way through the rock of hardened hearts, and water that forms canals through dry deserted acres, once parched. Water that holds life , and gives life. So, today I will give in to this feeling of calm, the cool gray of the sky. And I will watch the rain fall with my new eyes.