"Why do you watch the rain like that?", my friend asked.
I smiled. Pressing my forehead to the window pane, I replied, "Because, vulnerability is a beautiful thing."
"Can't you see it? The way it falls so effortle9ssly, without the slightest promise of a soft landing? It's beautiful."
"It is just rain", came a reply, barely audible, over the sound of fading footsteps.
"I don't expect you to see the beauty in it", I exhaled, fogging the glass. "That's all I'll ever be to you- just rain,"