The coolness of the air, and the soft touch of this gentle breeze. So delicate to the point in time where I feel the love of peace, just as I wish that I could live this moment for just a bit longer, freeze. Stop all motion, and look at the sky of God's great glory, because with every rain drop that falls down, there seems to be another delicate story. Waiting to be heard, and waiting to be told, so why not peer at the sky and let our life rain systematically and unfold?