The end is the beginning...

Whenever it poured like this, he felt as if time was pausing. It was like a cease-fire during which you could stop whatever you were doing and just stand by a window for hours, watching the performance, an endless curtain of tears falling from heaven. What the rain had been doing with itself, or where it came from, who could say? But it seemed to collect in a moment, as a crowd will, and in five minutes to have splashed all the sons and daughters of the world. He tries to remember that he can indeed dance in the storm. He doesn't have to wait for the rain to be over before because it might take too long. He can do it now. However defeated he might be, right now, he can start again, right now; this very moment.