It's pouring outside, raindrops of laughter, puddles of smiles, rivers of dances, lakes of inspiration, oceans of emotions. The spirit of a soaking desert, and it doesn't look like it will be letting up any time soon. Outside the splattered window few of them dance, spinning wildly because the rain, it makes the people go mad. And from the balcanies light flashes, a mocking interpretation to the greater lightning as cameras click to capture the moment. Sunshine peaks through a breaking cloud, not enough warmth to heat the soaking bodies; too much light for the people in their cacoons peeking through the windows. Someone grabs a ball and the muddy court is good enough to play. God knows I'd join them, if only I didn't keep making up excuses; I feel crummy, don't want to get sick before the wedding, have work to do, don't know them... It all boils down to the truth: I miss my friends. And if this scenery took place with the faces of last year, God knows I'd join them.