Chapter 49

‘Each raindrop is a kaleidoscope, if we could only see more closely. I wonder as I walk how it would be to stop time, to suspend this watery gift and peek through each one. Perhaps it would be fun to sit inside those raindrops and take that gravity propelled ride to the earth. As I imagine it I feel my inner self laughing - a little at the crazy daydream and a little at my silliness. I see the rain beads upon the cars, upon each leaf and washing my outstretched fingers. Soon they will pull together, forming the puddles, opening up a whole new avenue of rain-related fun. Perhaps it isn't normal to love a rainy day so much, but who cares about normal, anyway? I'm pretty sure 'normal" is a made-up thing,' the angel of death though as she glances up at the sky. She was now outside of the building where she would meet her soul to collect. She prefers being a lovely woman and besides, angels like her don't have sexes. 'I am nothing more than a visionary with a dream. I don't care what