"When you're on your own, it's a long way home..."

Apparently when it rains the city goes wonderfully quiet. No girls' screams unsettling the boroughs,even birds bow to the melancholic rythm of its nightly embrace. So, I will lie down in reverence, set aside all the despondency that creeps in after long contemplating days past and forever gone and worship life for all its precious, little gifts that we never ask for but we are miraculously given. Hallelujah.