I see rain explode upon the car window, breaking into millions of drops and scattering and sliding down the cold glass. Outside, there are people playing bowls, and they care not for the heavy tears, nature is not their master. Unecessary commas weave their way into my muddled sentences and settle in between the words and refuse to budge though they could so easily be erased. Colour me in. Your eyes see things upside down, and your brain turns them around. Sometimes i think my brain thinks things the wrong way around and my eyes are forced to push my thoughts back to communities standards. My paragraphs, and thoughts may not interrelate, but they sure don't matter to anybody.