It seemed as if a person could be broke, homeless, hungry, and alone yet somehow they knew they would make it.
Everybody that walked on the street would be smiling.
For the week of rain the crime rate decreased to zero.
Nobody raked leaves into their neighbors yard, called their loved ones names, or hated going to work.
Work wasn't work. Work was fun.
All crops grew in abundance, yet the market didn't inflate.
When the rain came people were driven to acheive their full potential.
Lovers would wake, live, and sleep in each others arms.
Words were not said unless they were words of love.
Tears were not shed unless they were tears of joy.
Lips were kissed.
Hair was stroked.
Skin was caressed.
All this and more was true when the rain came.