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The rain continued to fall rythmacly against the glass of the window, exploding when the drops finally reached their first real destination. after that explosion that first burst of energy at least three different paths would erupt from that one single drop.

I always loved watching rain, the way it entered into our world with haste, how it seemed to erupt with life apon contact, but most of all I loved the paths it would create, not one single path but multiple ones, twisting and turning unknown as to where life would take it. But always ending up together pooling together re united again. then it would rest together not as rain...... but as water.

It was a cold, bleak saturday morning, I always hated saturdays, I never knew wich new man I would  see sitting at the kitchen table. Or worse if my mother hadnt found a man I would have to put up with her agrivated temprement. Either way I hatered saturday.