Yes, the rain is my companion, my accomplice, diligently erasing all evidence of my sin. Perhaps the rain even intends to bury him for me in a mudslide. Heaven must be on my side, then, and I breathe a sigh of peace.
All I see out my windows is a solid veil of blackness. Will the sun never rise? No matter, I have the sound of the rain, falling like he fell, down, down, down. All things must fall; the mystery of gravity pulls us down that we might stand. I see it all, in the darkness of the morning…
Tale Told 