That night you breathed deeply, in and out, like waves crashing on the shore before retreating into the sea. I loved how you described the rain. You told me to just listen. Listen to the rain, leaving messages with every drop. You said you can tell when the rain is happy, sad, angry or excited. And I believed you. I imagined it in my head and it all came alive - the rain and its emotions. I said it was cloud morse code, did you hear it? The intensity of each drop landing on the windshield. You laughed. Since then, the rain has never stopped for me.