she was my most loved rainy day-- on this day, as rain fell, smoke rose above houses, engines whirled and honked, relinquishing fierce flames-- she passed like a hurricane with stronger winds than I had prepared for, knocking me down, cradling my head as I descended. if I was God every day would be torrential downpour, with me, but everything good doesn't last, even when you pray tears out of your blessed eyes. until we are reunited, I await the next season.