She says if there is a G-d it's in the rain, because
the rain washes away all sorts of imperfections like
makeup and preparation and leaves the
unplanned life, because life is the space between
what you wanted to happen.

She smiles because that's all she can do in a situation
like this, just grin and bear it and let the rain wash away her
tears. Three more months, she says to herself, three more
until the magical possibility that is
away, whatever or wherever away is as long as
it's not here.

And when she cries she cries for humanity, because that's
where her hopes are. Her hopes are not for herself, though
sometimes she wishes this weren't happening to her. And when
the rain falls down it's proud of her as it sweeps away her tears and
buries them underground. Away.