Mexico

Can you hear the pitter-patter of the rain falling on the straw? The warm wind blows the droplets here and there as they dance through the sky. As I open the door the warm air hits my skin, breaking away my fear of the cold. How beautiful then to have to opposites meld together. The winds warmth with the sky's cold drops. The clouds break as the sun comes out to great the opposites that shook hands this morning.